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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner
... the keys on Singer's belt. If Robbie was innocent, or more importantly, if he knew something, it was vital that they talk to him before whoever was out there killing people got to him. Freddie questioned the morality of stealing the keys from not only an unc*nscious officer of the law, but also his father, and found that the benefits probably outweighed any consequences for what he planned to do. He knew Jade wouldn't just let him out by himself, but he needed to do this and the fewer people that were around for sneaking into the police station, the better. Freddie was just about to try and slip out one of the side doors when he heard a high pitched scream and rushed down the hall to check it out. Cat was screaming, and from the way Noelle was trying to calm her down, she was having a full blown panic attack. Freddie, as well as those who had been standing away from the scene rushed over, and without warning Sam tackled Cat to the ground, and held her there, trying to stop what-ever hysteria was driving the petite redhead. "You're fine!" Sam shouted down at the thrashing girl. "You are perfectly safe right now! Relax!" As if Sam's words were cursed, the power went out with a loud thud, turning everything in the already bleak looking evening even darker. Surprisingly, this not only made Cat stop screaming but also silenced the whole room full of people, who could only stand and stare at one another. "Alright, first the phones, and now the lights. I'm ...
... afraid to ask what gets shut off next," Andre said, looking his peers in the eye. "If we don't get the fuck out of here, we're what's next," Beck announced, showing that the swift groin injury did nothing to sway his opinions. "We ain't leavin,'" Nate said, speaking up and getting off of the couch where he had made himself comfortable. "But there is something we need to do and I've put it off long enough. Somebody know where some candles or flashlights might be?" Tori said, raising her hand; not that anyone could easily see that. "We found a few in the kitchen while we were looking… I'll go get them." "Much obliged," Nate said, and for a moment Andre could swear he saw the guy tip his imaginary hat at the aspiring star. Once she had returned and divvied up the lights, he stood up and announced to the group. "Follow me." Not really sure where this was going, but he seemed confident and there was no argument that this plan seemed better than the no plan they currently had. Nate headed up the stairs to a large cabinet and tried to turn the handle, but it wouldn't budge. His next step was bashing his elbow through the glass and opening the cabinet from the inside revealing six rifles. The Texan wasted no time handing the guns and ammunition by the handful to Spencer, Andre, Freddie, Sam, Beck (even if he didn't want to), and took one for himself. "These should keep us safe for the time being in case someone shows up and ...