Subuwrimo entry. Original material. Rated Mature for guns. Lots of guns. Tear it up all you want in regards to crit.
table of contents
P2: the attempted coverup
P4: fruits of labor
"Five minutes to curtain call. Get ready."
The talkie started Kathy out of her trance. She stared silently at the rowdy audience below her. Kathy sighed. Another show, another drink, she thought. The room she was in right now only fit one person. The stool below her was getting harder and harder to sit on. She put her hand on the large mixing board and begun to breathe in and out.
"Getting ready in five, four-"
Hearing this, Kathy sat up straight and became alert as the house lights dimmed. The large brown curtain on the stage slowly opened itself to reveal a small brown podium. A large man stood up behind it.
"Hello and welcome to the production of the Fifth Regiment Armory. I trust that you all will cooperate in this manner."
Kathy focused her attention and hearing on him. Okay, he's not too high in regards to the microphone placement, she thought. The booming voice gave her no help. But the low parts of his voice were now seething through. Kathy looked down at the board she was running and focused her attention on the fourth channel. Even though the lights were down, she could see what she was doing. She looked down to the LF knob and turned it slightly to the left. The bass part of his voice was slowly drifting lower...lower...got it. Kathy focused back on the man.
"I hope you enjoy your presentation." Sounded fine from here, she thought. The man slowly walked off of the podium as two stagehands walked up to the podium and rolled it away. The audience below remained silent. A spotlight now shone on some of the performers. They were all dressed in combat fatigues and stood at attention.
"Listen up, you maggots!"
The voice came from offstage. Kathy instinctively kept her hand under the fifth channel. The stage lights illuminated the performers as the spotlight shone on a large bulky man. He walked from the back stage and stopped at the block of performers.
"Now you listen to me and listen good. We've got a war to fight. You haven't been acting like yourselves lately, now have you!?"
Kathy fumbled around to the house volume switch. If he was deafening to her, then she could only imagine what the audience was going through. She pushed the button down to about -10 on the indicator. She sighed. To make matters worse, he had insisted on speaking like that every time they rehearsed, which drove her nuts. His voice shifted in volume to a significantly lower level. That was better, she thought.
"Is that understood?"
All the performers shouted out. "Yes, sir!"
"Now, then. We must-" He was interrupted. The spotlight on him was now gone.
The stage lights all suddenly got cut off. Kathy blinked. This wasn't in their rehearsal. A loud scream ripped through the little room. It came from the stage. The house lights now dimmed. BLAM! She heard a gunshot. BLAM! Another gunshot. This was definitely not in their plans. She couldn't see what the performers were doing due to the darkness of the stage. The gunshots had sounded like they had come from the stage, Kathy thought. BLAM! She whirled around.
That one came from the room beside her. From below, she could hear screams from the audience. More gunshots rippled through the audience. Kathy turned around and walked out of the small room. The hallway was strangely silent. It was just grey with doors on her left. One led to her domain. The other domain belonged to the light technicians.
Kathy's stomach dropped. She went against the wall and slowly slinked to the door. She didn't hear anything yet.
"Okay, that's enough guns," a voice said. "You think we should pull out now?"
She recognized that voice as Taj, one of her dearest comrades that was on that section.
"No way, dude," said another voice. "We can never have enough blood."
"Fine," Taj said. "Do whatever you want. It's not like this place is gonna survive for long anyway." Like I care, Kathy said.
"I'll be back, though." Kathy sprinted to the room. Good thing the lights were out. She huddled and stood against the wall. Kathy kept an eye on the hallway. Nothing. Two seconds. Nothing yet. She had to hold her position. Kathy tensed up. She hoped that Taj didn't enter the room. A shadow walked past the room. Taj, she thought.
"Hmm. I don't know if that girl is here, but I can't take any chances."
Taj walked into the room. Kathy didn't move. She couldn't move. The slightest movement could give away her position. Taj walked to the boards.
"Hmm. Nothing is here except these boards."
She rummaged around. Taj picked up the talkie.
"This has gotta go." Kathy felt her body shake with anger, but she had to hold it all in.
"Kathy? Are you okay?"
DAMN IT. Kathy could've let out a stream of curses right then. Taj placed the erupting talkie on the floor and stepped on it until it was no longer usable. Kathy thought, Whew.
"Hey!" Another voice? She still didn't move. Now another person appeared in the door.
"What are you two doing, fooling around like this? Get out of here. A sniper has been reported somewhere in this building. We have to leave right away!"
The director stood in the room for two more seconds.
"Sorry, ma'am, I was just helping Kathy-" Taj looked right at her- "with turning off the equipment. We'll be out soon." "Good."
The director turned and ran out of the room. Kathy felt Taj looking in her direction.
"I thought you'd be out with the rest of them by now. What gives?" Taj folded her arms.
"I was just trying to figure out what was going on," Kathy said. Taj narrowed her eyes. "You know something," she said.
"I don't know anything," Kathy said. She felt her body being pinned to the wall. Kathy felt herself becoming apprehensive. She and Taj had known each other for three years. The latter had seldomly acted like this.
"We're not getting anywhere with your circular answering of questions, Kathy." She soon felt and saw a pistol pointed at her head.
"Listen," Taj said. "You were up here like the rest of us. Unlike the members down there, you stayed up here. That alone _should_ make me kill you on sight."
"Why?" Kathy asked.
"Your behavior alone stuck out like a sore thumb." Kathy saw the finger narrow on the trigger. Thinking quickly, she punched Taj in the stomach. The two fell to the ground. Kathy was on top and she punched Taj in the face. The latter didn't flinch. She pulled the trigger. Kathy moved off of Taj and started running out of the hall. Another gunshot followed her.
BLAM! A bullet whizzed past her head.
Kathy bolted down the hallway and ran down the stairs. She turned the doorknob. Once. Twice. The door refused to give way. Kathy then remembered that the technical director would always lock the doors just before the play started so that nobody would get a chance to steal the equipment. But she had nowhere to go except back upstairs. Kathy ran back upstairs-except Taj's pistol stopped her.
"I'll only give you one chance at this," Taj said. Her blue eyes stared so much into Kathy that the latter thought she was going to fall.
"I should've asked you this a long time ago, but I put it off. Join us. We'll give you everything you need. In fact, you're my friend, Kathy. Refusing to help a friend is considered suicide in my mind. What do you say?"
Kathy only had one answer. "No. I'll never join you."
Before Taj could move, Kathy managed to grab the gun and release it from Taj's grip. The gun fell onto the lowest step. Kathy ran back downwards to the step and grabbed the gun-but Taj pushed her to the ground again. This time, Kathy held the advantage. She held on to the gun and kicked Taj in the stomach. Taj then put her hands on the gun. Kathy held her grip and hastily pulled the trigger.
BLAM! The resounding shot suddenly drowned out Kathy's ears. She pointed the gun at Taj and pulled the trigger. She couldn't hear the gunshot, but the effect was the same. Taj grabbed her bloodsoaked leg and fell to the ground. Kathy pocketed the gun.
A thought flashed through her mind. Keys! Kathy reached into a pocket and gathered a rusty old key. Only one way to find out, she thought. Kathy grabbed the key and stuck it into the doorknob. She jiggled the key inside the keyhole. Kathy turned the knob. The door suddenly forced itself open. Kathy pushed it open, pulled the key out and slammed the door behind her.
She continued running past the hallway. Kathy ran past the other people, the audience members and everyone else. She had no idea if anyone was following her. Taj had at least one goon. One goon could mean multiple goons. Either way, she wasn't sticking around. Kathy soon saw the glass doors.
Freedom! It was by a stroke of luck that the police weren't there yet. But there were two ambulance vehicles at the front of the auditorium. She had to be quick. Kathy pulled the door open and stepped outside. The cool air hit her face. People were standing and milling around the two emergency vehicles. To her right was a smaller parking lot. Kathy remembered that one as limited parking and only for the stage workers. She ran to the golden Lexus on the right corner.
Kathy pulled her own car keys out of her pocket and got into the car. She started the car up and soon found herself driving out of the parking lot. Kathy then drove to the school entrance and stopped. The stop light was in her way. It glowed the fiercest red. Kathy put her left hand down and felt the familiar metal of the gun.
The gun! Kathy thought frantically. I can't leave this here! Kathy quickly threw the car in park. She rolled the window down and threw the gun into the nearest grass bush. The stoplight soon clicked to green. Kathy threw the car into drive and drove off into the approaching sunset.