The picture above is one of the Reds
Charlotte screamed as she felt the blade enter the flesh of her arm. She was pinned to the ground by a Red who was sitting in top of her stabbing her in painful, but not fatal places. She heard someone cry out for help and realised that it was Peter. She fought against the weight on her chest and brought an arm up. That's when it all got weird. A katana appeared in Charlotte's hand and she lopped the Red's head clean off his body. She pushed the body off of her and stood up. She was soaked in blood and feeling light headed from loss of the vital red substance. One of the soldiers ran up to her and began medical treatment. He fixed her broken arm, but couldn't fix the heart that was breaking inside her. Peter's screams echoed through the city as the sound of someone hitting flesh reached everyone's ears. She wanted to go help Peter, but she couldn't. She could try, but would kill herself in the process. Suddenly, Peter's screams stopped. It was either he was unconscious or...dead. Charlotte cried in despair. The soldier picked her up and began running. "We have to get to the helicopter" he yelled at his fellow soldiers. "What about Peter!" She screamed back at him. "I'm sorry for your loss, he was most definitely gone when I saw him" the soldier said bluntly. They piled into the helicopter and the pilot took off. A couple of the soldiers had to man the guns on either side of the helicopter when people started shooting at the helicopter. But Charlotte didn't hear or notice any of that. She was too busy locked in her own broken mind to realise anything. Her one true love in the world had died. A void in her heart began to open up. She tried to distract herself but she couldn't. She didn't move for the entire seven hours home.
"So I hear that you have been a bit, off track lately Charlotte" the psychologist said. "What's on your mind?". "The boyfriend who freaking died because of some stupid corrupt FBI director". "Oh, I see. Well, you should learn to move on. You're a grown up g-". "Don't give me that crap! You're just a stupid person here to get information out of me. And for the last time! I didn't kill everyone on that helicopter, I was asleep!" She yelled at the psychologist. Charlotte's father walked in and apologised to the psychologist. The woman got up and left the room quickly. "You need to stop being so mean to everyone. Peter's death pains me almost as much as it pains you. I cry every night for two hours. Peter's father, Leo, hasn't spoken for two weeks. Peter's mother, won't go to work because her depression is too deep. Your mother is looking through photos of all of us at different places. She also hasn't spoken for two weeks. So, you get why people think you killed them all. You were the only one that survived, you were armed, you were, as they describe you, mentally unstable and there were stab marks in the corpses of the soldiers. "Not you to! I didn't freaking do it!" Charlotte yelled at her dad and ran out the room. Zac shook his head and sighed. "We need to get Peter back, she is almost as dangerous as the guys who took her boyfriend" he mumbled to himself and got up.
When Zac got out to the carpark of the apartment complex, he searched for his car and walked to it. He was going to talk to the head of the agency, the guy who supervised everything. The guy who had killed his daughter's boyfriend. He knew exactly where the guy would be. Hiding in his own home. And of course, Zac had done his research and found where the guy lived. He was going to bash the absolute crap out of this guy.
Zac pulled up at the house and walked to the front door. Phew knocked loudly on the door and was answered by a short thin woman with blonde hair and a long dress on. "Hello, what can I do for you?" She asked chirpily. "I would like to speak to Allen please" he replied. The FBI director beckoned for Zac to come inside and sit at the table. "I know why you're here, don't try anything stupid, I'll take you down faster than I took down that kid. Zac pulled a gun out of his cloak and held it to the director's forehead. "You're gonna tell me where the heck Peter is, or I'll blow your brains out in front of your family". The director's face went white. "How do you know at he's alive?". "I can see it in your little pudgy face". Zac repeated his original question and added a different threat. "Tell me where Peter is, or your cat will eat more than the mush you give it from the can". The man looked like he was going to be sick. "Ok! Ok! I'll tell you! He's in a warehouse in Melbourne, Australia!". "Now, you're gonna call your little idiot friends and tell them that you're coming for a visit" Zac said and gestured to the phone. "One waver in your voice and your brains get eaten by the pet" Zac pushed on. The man picked up the phone and hesitated. "DO IT!" Zac yelled and flicked the safety off the gun. The man punched in the number and held the phone to his ear. "Hi, Nigel? I'm going to be visiting you to check up on Peter, see you tomorrow". The man said. "That was casual...now, you're gonna go buy us tickets". And with that, they got up and piled into Zac's car.
The next day, Zac had a small bag with him and his ticket. He had gone to certain measures to make sure he could take a gun on the plane. By the time he went through the metal detector, the gun was heavily concealed and didn't show up on the scanner. He walked through to the bridge and pushed Allen in front of him. When they got to the plane, Zac chose some seats near the back and told Allen to sit down. This was going to be a long flight.
A few hours later, the plane touched down on at the airport. They caught a taxi and told the driver the location. The driver took them there and dropped them off. Zac pulled his gun out and held it to Allen's back. "Walk in, and tell them to release him from his restraints for a bit". Allen walked in and said what Zac had ordered. Zac walked in quietly, just in time to hear, "he's coming". Zac threw open a door and shot at Allen. Allen screamed and fell on his face. Two tough men wit tattoos and scars were taking turns punching Peter. Peter himself was hanging from the ceiling by chains. His face had blood splattered all over it and his nose was mangled. Zac raised the gun and pulled the trigger. One of the tough guys was blown sideways. And the other stopped punching Peter. Zac ran at the second tough guy and jumped. His fist flew through the air and collided with the guy's nose. Zac pulled the trigger on his gun and a bullet flew through the guy's chest. Zac unloaded the entire clip into the guy before stepping back and examining the guy. He was most definitely dead. Zac found a lever and pulled it. The chains restraining Peter began to lower. When Peter's feet were on the ground, the clamps around his wrists unbuckled. His wrists were messes of blood and bone. So was everything else about him. Zac lifted Peter up and put him on his shoulder. Zac walked out of the warehouse and jogged to a car. He broke into the car and drove away from the area. He eventually stopped and got out to treat Peter's wounds. He made sure no - one was watching before making some water and some other first aid supplies appear. He cleaned Peter's wounds and bandaged him up. "I really hope you wake up Peter" Zac said and sat Peter up in the backseat. Zac strapped Peter into the seat and went to the driver's seat. They drove to the airport and Zac flashed an FBI badge that he had stolen from Allen to the people. They let him through and he got onto the plane. He sat Peter up in the chair next to him and prepared for the long flight.
When they got back home, it was dark. Zac carried Peter to his car and strapped him into the front passenger seat. Peter awoke with a start. "Where am I? What's happening?" He said quickly. "Relax kid. I'll tell you everything" Zac said and recounted the story. Peter thanked Zac for his efforts and they drove to Peter's house. They went inside and found Charlotte crying in Peter's room. "Hey Charlotte" Peter said gently. Charlotte turned around and screamed. "They said you were dead!". "I was, until your dad saved me" Peter said, gesturing to Zac. Charlotte was torn between hugging Peter and hugging her dad. Her dad hugged her briefly and walked out the room. Charlotte jumped into Peter's arms and looked into his eyes. "So, you did what your father did when he was seventeen. Didn't let death get in the way of your love for the girl who means everything to you. That's so sweet!" Charlotte said and kissed Peter. They didn't know how long the kiss lasted, it was just that it was a kiss, and that they loved each other more than anything else.
Gooooooooo Zac! He is the best! He like threatened to blow the brains out of Allen! It was really fun to write. I just imagined that I was Zac and Allen was the mean kid at school. So fun, you guys should try it...anyways. Thx for reading, voting and commenting.
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