Fiction: Group 2
The woman chuckled darkly. “Sorry to ruin your day, honey. Buck up, sonny,” she tossed the gun
Heavenward, and in one sleek cat like movement swiped it out of mid-air, grinning madly. I was starting
to think she might not be completely sane. “Because my day was all sunshine, rainbows and princess
unicorns before this,” I muttered irritably. The smaller man bellowed, “You’d want to keep your mouth
shut, kid, unless you want your head severed from your body.” I retorted under my breath, “Maybe I
have a death wish the size of Washington. Who knows?”
Gideon spared me a cursory yet worried glance before hoisting up his sword, point of the blade
facing the intruders. “I repeat, who are you and what are you doing here?” he rumbled.
“My, my. Do we have an individual here?” the six foot man singsonged mockingly.
“Aren’t we all?” Gideon spat. The corners of the man’s mouth flicked up slightly, showing his
razor sharp incisors. “I’ll tell ya who we are, son. You and young missy here ain’t getting out of here to
tell the tale, so here goes,” his voice was deep, heavy with a thick Southern accent. “My name’s Alastair.
My best friend Charles and pal Tatiana have come with me on this trip. And we want nothin’ more than
a million dollars as ransom and we’ll be on our way. There’s nothing we like more than lootin’ blank
faced sailors.”
“Surely there’s something more to faffing about in boats, right? Every person has a favourite
pastime in life. What is the meaning of existence if you don’t live it?” I blurt out.
“Well, I ain’t like any ordinary person.” Alastair replied gruffly. “Enough colloquy, let’s get on
with it!” Tatiana cried, firing a bullet into the air. Alastair and Charles’ faces dawned with realization and
simultaneously fired shots. A bullet went a few inches off to my right but one missed me just by a hair's
breadth, my lips shaped a gasp. I snapped back into reality and charged head-on at the trio. I know it’s
foolish to charge at one with a gun with only daggers, but I took the risk. My angular body dodged all
the chambers, and as Charles clicked a bullet into his gun’s chamber, one of the blades entered his chest.
He clawed at it before I yanked it out. It was strangely beautiful, yet terrifying overall, to see thick blood
pouring out of his cut.
Alastair cried a battle cry and dashed towards me, teeth bared. Suddenly, a
chakram
flew towards
his head and opened a bloody wound oozing plasma. I whip my head around, and find Lester breathing
hard as if he’d been sprinting for a long distance. Gideon was currently facing off Tatiana, who was
looking anxious as she saw all her comrades go down in demise. Tatiana realized she was overpowered,
throwing her hands up, the pistol landing at the wooden ground with a clatter. “I… I surrender. Spare
me, I have no intention of hurting you now…” Hot tears streaked her face as she pleaded, sinking to her
knees in defeat. My crew had different reactions to this.
“Feed her to the sharks.”
“Liar. She’s a scumbag.”
Lester raised his head, his eyes locking with mine. “It’s all up to you, captain.” His voice rose
above the commotion. My eyes, not unfriendly yet not wholly forgiving, catches Tatiana’s. I lightly press
her shoulder.
“Go. Go and continue your life, for you have realized your wrong and it would not be fair to
you if I commenced punishing you.” Tatiana couldn’t believe her good fortune. She beamed, all the
creases of stress gone from her face.
“Yes, fine miss. I’ve learnt. Thank you for saving me from a whirling spiral of misfortune.”
