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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner
... inscribed: AIM HIGH: FLY-FIGHT-WIN and on the other side it listed the owner. COL. STEVEN SHAY- USAF. "I'm so, so sorry…" Noelle managed, unsure of what the right thing to say in this moment was, or if that even existed. "If it means anything, I think he died before he burned. There was complete silence as Spencer felt like his world was crashing down. His wife was burned and killed, his father was killed and burned apparently, and now his daughter- the only light left in his life, was in danger. He couldn't risk any harm coming to her. Not now. Not ever. Carly was also frozen in place. She hadn't spent nearly as much time with her dad as Spencer did, but that didn't make the blow any softer. All she could think was that he was a decorated soldier who was tougher than anyone she'd ever met. How could anyone have done… whatever they did to him? "My phone's dead," Cat said, breaking the tension, and snapping the two of them out of their stupor. "There's no signal at all." "Mine too," Noelle joined, before receiving soft nods from the grieving siblings, signalling they were also unable to get a signal. "But we just got a call… Let's check the landlines." The two girls rushed up the stairs, with Carly and Spencer right behind them, their hands holding onto each other tightly, still completely shell shocked. The four moved to each room in the main area of the inn, and ever single phone was as dead as a doornail. "Someone's just cut ...
... off our ability to communicate…" Noelle said, feeling like she needed to step up if Spencer couldn't right now. "From now on, no more splitting up. We stick together in tight groups, and we won't need the phones. We will be fine." "Fine?!" Cat exclaimed, starting to lose it. "People are dying and we are trapped here, and you think we're going to be fine?!" "Yes…" Noelle said, confidently even though her true feelings couldn't be further from that. "Yes, I do. Now we just need to get everyone together right here and make a plan." * * * "This is your plan?" Beck said, looking at the dark haired young woman. "To take turns going in search of the girl, while she, and probably the rest of us, gets murdered? Fuck. That." The lobby of the inn had just become a circle of couches with Nate, Sam, Andre, and Beck on one, Tori, Cat, and Noelle on the next, and then Freddie, Jade, Carly, and Spencer on the last one. Jade and Freddie had gotten the sheriff into the dining room where he was within sight, but not within voice reach since Freddie really didn't trust him. A feeling that Spencer clearly seconded. "But basically, if anyone leaves the island they are going to kill the girl?" Nate asked, trying to sum up Noelle's long explanation. "How do we know that it isn't a trick or that the girl is already-" "She was fine when I talked to her," Spencer said coldly. "She sounded very scared, but she didn't ...