ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1
Date: 2/10/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... Goth did her best not to panic as she peered around the car, unsure of what to think. She took a deep breath, fearing the worst had happened with Spencer's disappearance. Jade slowly slid from her seat to look out the passenger window and- THUDTHUDTHUD Jade nearly jumped out of her skin as Spencer knocked on the driver's side window, looking angry, but also seemingly excited. It was odd to see him so serious, but she couldn't really imagine anyone keeping their humour amongst all the carnage. "Jade!" he called out, tapping the glass, and she pressed the unlock button. He just opened the door without even trying to get in. "Found a ship!" Um… what?" she said, shaking her head, unable to even begin to process this message. But Spencer was running a mile a minute, hitting the trunk button, and rummaging through the trunk as Jade climbed out of the car, still a bit confused. "A ship." he said, clearly irritated at having to repeat himself as he searched the trunk for anything they could use to signal it. "I saw a ship over by the cliffs down the road. Might be a cargo ship but a ship's a ship, right?" "I guess," she said, pawing at her arms, still shaken up by her rude awakening, but then she actually thought about his words. "Wait… where did you see that ship?" "Down the road toward the cliffs…" he said nonchalantly, pointing. "Maybe a mile, mile and a half that way." "A fucking mile from here?!" Jade ...
... said, starting to shake. "You left me all alone, and without a gun in that car, while you just went on a stroll through the fucking woods?" Spencer practically ignored her, handing her a road flare he found, and starting to walk toward the supposed ship. "I'm not going anywhere," Jade said firmly, earning a tired and annoyed glance from her partner. "Freddie told us to stay right here, and that is what we need to do." "I'm almost 10 years older than him, Jade…" Spencer said, locking eyes with her. "I don't need to be told what to do. The car's wheel is over the grate so the killer isn't getting through. I saw something that could get all of us to safety, and I think that trumps whatever we're doing here." "But-" "Look, I'm going and if you want to get off this rock, you'll come with me. We'll be fine." * * * "Oh, this is just great…" Andre muttered to himself as he trudged along through the woods, trying to be as quiet as possible as he was all alone. "'Let's split up and cover more ground' she says. 'Nothing is going to happen if you get off the path.'" The black young man slipped by tree after tree, clutching his gun tightly, hoping he wasn't getting lost, and secretly hoping that something would happen soon. Unbeknownst to him, however, a lithe body slipped from the trees above him, quietly landing with a large Bowie knife in tow. The figure slunk behind him, for a few seconds, waiting for the right time ...