Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Frigid Revenge: Day 11

Word Count: 66,051

Summary of Events:
Charlie, Orelia, and Chrissa were approached by Pierce about participating in an ambush of their captor, and all agreed they'd be willing. Oakley approached his fellow students Finnegan, Neall, and Dean about the same and got support from Finnegan and Neall, while getting into an argument with Dean, who considered the whole idea ridiculous. Charlie had just finished supper when their captor — who they knew was Travis Meyer's father — announced he was going to take a harder line on people trying to stand up to him . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"His voice had gotten close. Charlie looked around and saw that he was standing directly across from Oakley, the gun levelled at him.
Oakley's gaze was stony in return. He still showed no cowardice, no fear, no hesitation, no nervousness. He was willing to be shot in the head if that was what had to happen.
No one moved. In fact, Charlie hardly breathed, and she doubted anyone else was doing much more as they watched, tense and nervous, to see if Oakley would cave, or if he would be shot.
"Have I made myself clear?" Mr. Meyer asked.
No one dared speak. Charlie was afraid Mr. Meyer might shoot Oakley as soon as someone said anything, be it yes, or no.
The gun inched closer to Oakley's face. Charlie looked at the person whom Mr. Meyer was leaning over. He was having to lean forward to accommodate Mr. Meyer's increasing closeness to Oakley.
He bent his face down to the table, giving Mr. Meyer more space than he needed.
Suddenly he snapped his head back into Mr. Meyer's chest, sending Mr. Meyer backwards. A shot sounded, but the gun was pointing over Oakley's head when Charlie saw smoke discharge from its barrel.
Oakley then dove across the table, sending dishes flying, and lunged for Mr. Meyer's right hand and the gun it contained.
Mr. Meyer raised his gun hand. Oakley grabbed at it and the two struggled for control.
The gun went off three times, including once hitting a light, which prompted a few frightened screams at the sparking the shot caused.
Charlie saw a flash of something in Mr. Meyer's free hand.
Someone shouted.
Then came another shout and Oakley rolled away, his left hand clutching his right forearm, blood seeping through his fingers.
Mr. Meyer got to his feet casually while Oakley glowered at him.
"No insurrection," Mr. Meyer repeated.
Charlie noticed a knife with a bit of blood on the blade was held in his left hand.
"No rebellion," Mr. Meyer said.
Several nervous individuals started getting to their feet.
"I did not say you could leave!" Mr. Meyer shouted.
The gun sounded twice.
A hand clapped over Charlie's eyes and she was turned the opposite way she'd been facing.
"Don't look Charlie," Nigel whispered. "You do not want to look."
"If these insurrectionist activities continue accommodations will be revised," Mr. Meyer said. "Anyone who resists will be killed. You are dismissed to your rooms."
Nigel's hand remained over Charlie's eyes as they got to their feet and left the room; only once she could tell they were out of the restaurant were her eyes uncovered. She looked at Nigel.
"Was it Oakley?" she asked.
"It was two of those who tried to leave," Nigel replied. "I very much see how he doesn't want to kill Oakley."
Charlie felt shaken. She'd been present — even if she hadn't seen — when two people had been murdered."

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