Storymania - Bpd: Danger Rising-Part 1 by Patrick Collins

Bpd: Danger Rising-Part 1 (2)
Patrick Collins

Hector frowned. “Cedric said he would be a little late, it has been about twenty minutes!” He said. “And I may be a worry wart, but it is better safe than sorry!”
Carrie blew a raspberry with her mouth. “What? Is today Cliché Day?” She said with a snort.
Hector was not laughing back. “You weren’t so cocky earlier when Ella went missing, were you?” He said.
The smile flew off Carries face, and she went pale.
Hector sighed. “Sorry Carrie.” He said. “That was unnecessary. But we have to have both eyes open today and most likely tomorrow and the day after as well. Lets not discuss this anymore until Cedric arrives.”
They all agreed.
An hour passed; still no sign of Cedric. They waited, and waited, and waited.
Carrie began hitting her head on the table. “This...is...taking...forever!” She said, as she continued torturing herself.
Hector looked at his watch. “Mmmm...” He said. “Hey Trevor, try and call him, will ya?”
Trevor nodded. “Okay.” He said. “Hold on a minute.”
He got his cell phone and dialed Cedric’s number.
After about five rings: ‘Hi! This is Dr. Cedric Madison’s cell phone; I’m not here now so leave a message after the tone. Thanks!”
Usually Trevor didn’t leave messages to Cedric because he never checked them, but this situation was desperate.
“This is Trevor, Cedd,” He said. “I don’t know where you are, but when you hear this message get you freaking butt over here!”
Then he slammed the phone shut.
Carrie shifted uncomfortably in her side of the booth.
“Very well handled Trev.” She said, sarcastically. “Couldn’t done it better myself!”
Trevor frowned.
“S’ not saying much.” He said to Carrie. “Knowing you, Hec and I would most likely have to censor what you were saying to him.”
Hector nodded.
“Yeah Carrie,” He said. “Your remarks aren’t exactly helping the situation.”
Carrie screwed up her face.
“K, whatever.” She said.
It was obvious that Carrie hadn’t taken Trevor and Hector’s words to heart at all.
“Fine!” Said Trevor. “If you are going to continue being so stubborn-whoa!”
At that moment, a bullet broke right through the window.
Everyone at the table ducked.
Trevor looked up in shock. One person wasn’t ducking. He arose from under the table, and saw that Carrie was now bleeding very badly. She had been shot in the shoulder.
“Carrie!” Trevor screamed.
Trevor then heard Hector’s voice.
“Trev!” Hector whispered from beneath the table. “Get down! Now that Carrie has been hit, they won’t bother her. Don’t worry! Just take cover!”
Trevor had no choice but to trust is friend; he got back under the table.

* * *

“Never in my life!” Cedric said to himself.
He was ducking for cover under a Jeep Comanche. He had made quite possibly the worst decision of his entire life: he underestimated the wit of a traitor to his cause. He peeked over the top of the old pick-up truck; the coast was clear. This was the only amount of information he needed to dart inside of the five-star bar and grill.
As he entered the building he saw the destruction the small amount of randomly fired bullets had caused. Five windows were broken, and the hand maroon walls were now dripping with wet paint. The long hours of pain-staking work were now in utter ruins. Cedric slowly walked through the hallway, and scanned through the various booths that were surrounding the eatery. He didn’t see Trevor, or any of his other friends.
“Everyone okay in here?” He said. “It’s okay! The shooter’s gone! Come on out!” Every body came out from under their booths.
“Trev!” Cedric screamed. “Hector! Carrie! It’s okay! He’s gone! You can come on out!”
He heard a clattering noise behind him, so he spun around.
“Freeze!” He said.
Two people slowly rose from beneath the table: Hector and Trevor.
Cedric sighed.
“Oh, it’s you guys!” He said, in relief. “I thought you were Derek!”
He then rushed over to them.
Hector was panting.
“Carrie is wounded!” He said. “We need to get her to a doctor.”
Cedric nodded.
“Okay.” He said. “Let’s lift her.”
He and Trevor each took one end of Carrie’s body and carried her outside.
Ounce they reached Cedric’s car (now ruined), they laid her down.
Trevor and Cedric both looked at Hector.
“Well!” They both said at ounce.
Hector shook his head.
“Well what?” He said. Then he saw that they were asking him what to do with Carrie’s wound. “Oh!” He said. “Does anyone have a belt?”
Trevor raised his hand.
“I have one.” He said. “What do you want me to...?”
“Take the belt off, Trev!’ Hector interrupted.
Trevor nodded. He took his belt off and handed it to Hector.
Hector looped the belt over Carrie’s shoulder, over her wound, and under her arm, and then fastened it tightly.
Carrie winced.
“Ow!” She said. “Watch it Hec!”
Hector laughed.
“Back to your normal self already!” He said with a smile.
He then propped Carrie up against the car.
“That belt should keep the blood flow going sufficiently high.” Hector said, wiping his hands across each other. “But, if the blood starts coming through to quickly, we need someone to apply pressure to the wound.”
Trevor got his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.
A voice came up.
“This is 911, what is your emergency?”
Trevor cleared his throat.
“A shooting has just accrued...”
Cedric grabbed Trevor’s arm, and took the phone from his grasp and threw it is far as his scarred arm would allow.
Trevor gasped.
“What the heck are you doing?” He said.
Cedric was looking at him severely.
“I was seen in the restaurant with a gun, and had a person tied up in the back of my seat on the way here!” He said. “Do you think that any of that sounds innocent?”
Trevor was utterly perplexed.
“You drove here with a guy tied in you car?” He said. “I am confused! What is going on Ced?”
Cedric paused.
“This is going to be a long story...” He said.
Hector interrupted.
“We don’t have time Cedric!” He said. “This make-shift tourniquet will not last long! We need to get Carrie to the doctor!”
Cedric sighed.
“Okay!’ He said. “To some it up: I saw Derek Georgeton creeping across the IU campus on his way down to here, he had a gun. So I though he was up to something, like a sort of odd stakeout. He was limping, so I took advantage of the situation. I got out of my car and followed him into the woods, and then I put my hand on his mouth and took him to my car, tied him up and took his gun and through it down into the water. Ounce he was in the car I went further down the path to meet you a Silver Town, then he escaped, and grabbed my gun. He shot at me, but it only hit the windshield. He broke out of my car, and spotted you guys in the window, and shot manically at the building. I tackled him and took the gun, but he wrestled away from me and ran off. So, since I was one of the ‘delusional’ people tied up in the basement of S3, I will come off looking like a madman that shot up a restaurant. I have the matching gun! So we have to leave before they incarcerate us all!”
Hector frowned.
“Run Cedric!” He said. “Get out of here and we will get Carrie to a hospital. You are going to have to start a new life for a while, the life of a fugitive. Good luck!”
Trevor nodded, still shocked over the sudden news.
“Yeah Ced,” He said. “Good luck o’ buddy!”
Carrie looked at Cedric, a small tear slid down her face.
“Thanks Ced,” She said.
Cedric bent down and softly hugged Carrie.
“Bye, guys.” He said, and broke of into a run. “I’ll be searching for Ella and David, so just try and catch up!”
With those last words; he faded into the woods, and up the path to the IU campus.

CHAPTER V:
THE MIND AND THE SOUL

ONE DAY LATER
APRIL 16TH
A black line smeared across a sheet of paper on Ella Begri’s lap. The lines became letters, the letters became words, and the words became sentences, or sometimes verses. Writing: one of the best things in the world, in Ella’s mind. She blew the dust off the paper and viewed what she had written so far.

As the clouds of the sky
go streaking by,

As the galaxy of stars,
Shine near and far,

The wind in my face,
In which case,

I would be happy,
Beyond all reason,
For the day
To go without changing,

Hope seems to fade,
In comes the darkness,

Lord how will I get,
Out of this mess?

I look to you right now
My hope is made anew,

For I have chosen wisely,
And put my faith in you.

Faith: the one thing that kept her spirits up the past day. Her situation seemed to be without stars to shine, or clouds to comfort. She was in a car that was most likely driving to her demise. She peered out of her window; she was not on any road at all, but rather on a path. She looked over to S.O.S., who was driving the car. He had no expression on his face at all. He seemed to be heartless, but Ella knew deep down that he was not so. She closed her eyes and made the sign of the cross, and began to pray, but she was interrupted by a tutting noise.
“Just give up!” Said S.O.S.. “You should place your focus on how well you spend the last hours of your existence, instead of trying to convince yourself that fairy tales are true!”
This was the first time S.O.S. had spoken the whole trip.
Ella did not appear angry, she appeared sad.
“You don’t believe in God?” She said.
S.O.S. shook his head.
“Never met him.” He said sarcastically.
Ella sniggered.
“If you keep that attitude, then you never will meet him.” She said.
In about a second Ella regretted those words. She decided to try another technique.
“What made you loose you faith, sir?” She said.
She half expected S.O.S. to get mad, but she was wrong, he merely sighed.
“Faith!” He exclaimed. “What is faith, anyway? It’s making something up so that you don’t have to face the real world, that’s what it is, Mrs. Begri.”
At that moment, the car hit a speed bump, and shook madly.
“What the...?’ Said S.O.S..
He looked behind the car, and saw that there was no speed bump where the car had shook.
Ella, who had been saddened by S.O.S.’s speech, looked intently at S.O.S.,
who eyed her suspiciously.
“What?” He said.
Ella looked upon him with confidence.
“That bump was a tear shed from God’s face after what you said about him.” She said. There was an utter calmness in her tone.
S.O.S. shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“It was just a dead bird.” He lied. “Tell me, Ms Begri: If there is a God, then why did this happen?”
He then pulled his mask off.
Ella let out a short scream.
Unveiled from beneath the black ski mask was a terribly scared face, and yet not so. It appeared to be a face of only muscle and bone, covered with a transparent material. It was the most gruesome sight Ella had ever seen.
S.O.S. brought the car to a screeching halt.
“I stand here with no skin upon my face!” He shouted. “Having to wear artificial skin substitute to protect me, and a ski mask to keep my abnormality from public eye! And you tell my there is a Merciful God? I guess I fell on the shortlist of blessings then, huh? I guess my part in his “plan” was to sit in a house with a fat, good for nothing drunk for a father, and a pathetic Mom who cried so much, I don’t think she had any tears left in her eyes when she was on her death bed! I have seen war, and the worst kind of war you could imagine. I guess my gift was to feel the burning acid of the Western Front, slowly eat at my face and upper body! Oh wow! I have been amazingly blessed in my life! Glory to God in the highest and Peace to his people on earth! NOT!”
There was another silence following his speech.
Most would have given up after this, but not Ella Begri.
“You just don’t know your purpose yet, sir.” She said. “When I was very young, I saw a man shot and killed at a gas station. He wouldn’t give in when a robber asked him for his wallet, so the robber shot the man. This undoubtedly caused grief for his family; many of them asked why God would let such a thing happen. His killer, was caught and arrested, and in his pocket was found the plans to bomb a highway crossing during rush hour. So the loss of that man's life, as tragic as it was, saved the lives of hundreds of people. That was his purpose. You have simply not seen yours yet, but you have one. I promise you this.”
S.O.S began to weep onto the steering wheel.
Ella put her hand on his shoulder.
“Instead of trying punish innocent people for doing nothing, try to help someone who is in a situation like you were.”
S.O.S. raised his head, leaned across the car and opened Ella’s door.
“Go.” He said.
Ella looked shocked.
“What?” She said.
S.O.S. smiled.
“I have never ounce in my life met someone as honorable as you, Ms Begri.” He said, putting his ski mask back on. “I could not make myself, kill you. I have never been able to say such a thing about anyone else. So go, and be free!”
A tear of happiness fell down Ella’s cheek, and she got out.
“May God bless you sir!” She said to him.
He paused for a moment, and then said “Same to you, Ms. Begri!”
With that he drove off.
Ella followed S.O.S’. old tire tracks back to the main road.

CHAPTER VI:
NOTHING STAYS THE SAME

TWO HOURS LATER-
Silence. Quite. Peace. These are things every human being wants, but it can also be what one most dreads. Silence was what covered the mouths of Trevor, Hector and Carrie on their way home from Silver Town bar & Grill. Quite was what came from their lips, and peace was what covered the walls of their vehicles. But not the good kind of peace, which normally educes happiness, this was a bad kind of peace. A peace signifying the fact that in the past few days, the live of these three people had changed dramatically. Cedric had left to live the life of a criminal on the run, Ella and David were both missing and likely dead. There was nothing to talk about, nothing positive to think about. No options to discuss. Nothing. But this silence couldn’t last forever. Soon the three friends would have to figure out how to solve this mess.

TO BE CONTINUED-

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