+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 79

•~••~•~•~•*change in POV*•~•~•~••~•
The set up was so different from the living room of the Vipers base.
There was most of the same furnishings though.
It resembled more of the garage base.
The archways that led to the unknown was identical to the ones that led to the kitchen and hall at the garage.
No one entered or exited from where Drew had gone for about ten minutes.
I just sat there, and observed the personalized backpacks that sat beside me.
They were all black.
Shocker, since every thing is usually colour coded.
Each had its own ornaments attached.
Two had sliver daggers,
One bag had an anonymous mask,
Another had a medkit,
One had a military badge,
Another bag had a blowing seashell,
And the last had a lone ring.
There was one backpack that was not accounted for.
It's owner stomped through a archway as if summoned.
He looked like his dog was just run over.
"Thanks."
Fries without ketchup-
I spoke out loud again.
He raised his eyebrows a bit.
"Fries without ketchup....?"
Cinnamon sticks. He heard that too.
I felt my ear tip heat up with embarrassment.
"I- Um- Well...
Do you eat your fries without ketchup?"
He stroked his chin.
"They always forget to pick up a pack so I guess?"
I faked a gasp and mustered hurt into my voice.
"How dare you."
"Whats so great about ketchup?"
A grin was creeping onto his face.
I accepted his challenge.
"The acidity of the tomatoes-
The freshness of the crop-
The pulp of the tomato body-
The tanginess of the salt-
The flavor of the basil-
It all combines into an irresistible concoction that we call ketchup."
He did a little slow clap.
"Bravo. I'll add it to the grocery list for sure."
Victory was mine.
I did a little dance on the spot.
His laughter felt as if it shook the very ground.
"By the way, wanna see something?"
I wondered what he could be talking about.
What could he want to show me?
Only one way to find out.
I nodded.
He nodded back.
Why? I have no idea.
What would he agree to my gesture of agreement?
He didn't supply an answer to my questioning glance.
He simply took my hand in his and propped me unto his back.
He led me down the hallway he had emerged from.
We passed six doors, three on each side.
He was walking towards a white door.
It kind of looked like a hospital door.
But he didn't open it.
He made a sharp left.
He continued down until it opened out into what seemed to be the other hallway.
Drew opened the door to our right.
It seemed to be the trash compartment.
It probably took the garbage up to the gym floor.
Smart.
By why was he showing the trash shoot though?
"Try not to say wow,"
His voice echoed as his footsteps filled the small room.
He made a quick turn towards the door we just entered from.
Huh?
"What are you doing?"
He didn't spare me a glance.
He moved one hand from holding me and reached up.
Maybe he was stretching.
Suddenly, he smacked the wall above the doorway.
"What did it ever do to-"
The floor underneath shifted.
Soft rumbling started up below.
Drews movement didn't falter.
He stood firm and I was never more grateful that he was holding me.
If I was standing on my own, I'd surely be wobbling all over the place.
Chains rattled from what seemed to be above as the floor sunk.
This was
"An elevator shaft."
His voice came before my thought.
He was facing forward but I could tell that he had been wearing a small smile.
It took about three minutes for the ground to stop moving.
And when it did, we came face to face with a wall.
I couldn't help but sarcastically laugh.
"Very interesting."
"Oh but you haven't even seen the best part."
I could hear a hint of humor in Drew's voice as his last word echoed within the small space.
Without a warning, he moved one hand from under my butt, pressing the other deeply into it as he stepped forward onto the 2inch tiled floor, and reached his hand onto the left wall, 2inch of which was covered in the same tile.
The ground rumbled once again as the brick wall crumbled back it's earthly creator.
I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding and with that I left a little rumble explode from Drew's chest.
He was laughing at me, taunting.
Still I won't admit, the base was just getting cooler and cooler.
The lighting in what opened up to be the armoury was blue.
Paired with the black tiles, encrusted with gold specs, the scene was life from a movie.
Glass windowed shelves were mounted onto the eastern and western walls.
From my spot on his back I could clearly make out what looked to be...
"Guns."
Drew let out a low whistle.
Not much, just enough to completely dominate the entire mainland if push comes to shove."
His tone suggested that push was coming to shove was very very near.
He walked in the middle of the room, centred just enough so I could see the contents of the glass shelves.
It was basically an assortment of large guns.
On the eastern side had titanium, slick guns and on the western had silver shiny guns.
Mounted onto the wall above the exiting archway had a golden casing.
In it had a single platinum pistol of some sort. There were three long claw marks running along it.
"That was the first gun my grandfather bought. He used it to protect and save."
His voice was full of pride.
To the left and right of the arch way were more glass cases, just made of some sort of metal.
He walked up close so I could see what they held.
To the left was assorted knives and blades, there were even katana and machetes.
To the right were ammunition by the bulk and all sorts of odd shaped, most like dangerous things.
Some of those I rolled out to be grenades judging by the pull-pin.
There were similar to those but differed in colour.
Those were most likely smoke grenades or something of the sort.
Once he walked through the archway, the lighting drastically changed.
White bright panels illuminated the conjoined room as clear, shatter resistant material separated what appeared to be the shooting range.
My conclusion was drawn by the holey wooden targets.
Outside of the range had bucket-headed dummies for probably physical practice.
The entire eastern side of the room was covered in blocks and mats, similar to the ones you'd see in gymnastics class.
That caused a giggle to escape my lips are I imagined the guys doing cartwheels.
My laughter died out when I heard Drew whisper to himself.
"I'm sure I told them to clean these up."
My interest perked.
"Clean what up?"
"Nothing, just the guns and equipment they used to-"
He cut himself off.
But it was too late.
The bullet proof vests, masks, knives and whatever else they used were sprawled off onto a metal table.
But what my eyes were drawn to the most was the single black handgun.
The gun the Tyler had held pointed at Luke's heart.
The gun that ended his life.
I dropped my legs down from around his waist a couple of times.
Drew let me down slowly.
He held my arm as I inched closer and closer to the table.
On I had my hands down on its ice cold surface, I shook off his hold.
I felt my breathing become shallower and shallower as my nerves screwed me over.
I was all but falling over as I reached out and picked up the gun.
It was heavy.
It was cold.
Just like Luke's lifeless body.
All senses died out as I held the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.