ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... the cop about it, but before the words could escape his lips, a bright flashed erupted for a split second. BLAM! Robbie fell backwards in the cell, crawling away from the bars as a heavy thud sounded through the holding room, the deputy's body, sans half his head, crumpled on the floor. Robbie thought he was alone, until he heard a faint jingling of keys, and he tried to peer at whoever the assailant was, but instead got hit in the face with the keys that fell just inside of his cell. A few seconds later, not that Robbie could tell, as he was still frozen completely in fear, the lights came back on, followed immediately by another loud shotgun blast. Robbie knew that he should just stay still, and that whoever gave him a means to escape clearly didn't want to kill him. But despite how guilty it might look to run, running was still better than staying in this cell with the dead body of the mean guard. Robbie swiftly let himself out, and rushed through the back of the station, leading him deep into the woods, where he hoped he'd find salvation from who or whatever this was. * * * Back at the inn, the search parties had been organized and everyone was covering as much ground as they possibly could, eager to find Savanna and get the hell out of there. Mostly couples stuck together, and no one moved without at least one person with them. Spencer and Carly naturally stuck together, tearing up each and every room that was unlocked upstairs, and trying their damnedest to get into the ...
... locked ones. Spencer getting angrier and angrier with each empty room they encountered. "Just relax, Spence… we're going to find her," Carly said, patting her br*ther's back but he wouldn't even give her a glance, essentially ignoring her for a few minutes until the siblings reached the bedroom shared with Amy. "She's dead, you know?" Spencer said, deadpan. "I lost the love of my life, my daughter is missing and I… I'm more scared of that conversation about Amy than I am of anything else right now." "She's a smart girl…" Carly said, trying to find the reassuring words her br*ther needed even if she didn't exactly believe them. "You tell her that she passed away, and she will understand. I promise. And things are going to be ok." "I wish I shared your optimism, k*ddo…" he said with a heavy sigh, sitting on his daughter's bed and just holding her pillow. * * * Beck, Tori, and Andre were also searching the upstairs of the inn, each one as eager as the next to get this over with, trying not to resent the ch*ld for the situation they had been put in. They had searched all the rooms on the other side of the upstairs that they could, and felt especially uneasy when they found that Col Shay hadn't packed a single thing. "We're in agreement that this is not a good thing, right?" Andre said, looking over the room and then underneath the bed as Tori and Beck stood in the doorway. "Yeah," the handsome teen replied, casually ...