07-13-2016, 01:10 PM
As Amber groggily got to her feet, Carmelita leveled her shock pistol at Jess. Jazz and Jonah both edged away from the woman, faces pale at the turn of events. Carmelita charged a shot and held it, slowly taking a pair of Fisti-Cuffs from her belt pouch.
“You killed Jeremiah in cold blood, and no doubt were relying on Arturia to leap to conclusions. You’ve taken advantage of your friends’ trust and given in to your own paranoia. I am going to cuff you, then we’re moving out.”
Jess, panicked by Carmelita’s professional and calm delivery, pointed at Amber.
“But she was bitten! She’s been feverish, she’s going to kill us all! She even gnawed on Jeremiah’s ear when I dropped it in her mouth!”
“Quiet. Amber is sick, and her condition has worsened. I found a map in the supervisor’s room before we went to bed that showed the location of a hospital. We will be going there and finding a way to cure her, now.”
Carmelita advanced as she spoke, grabbing Jess’s arm and swiftly cuffing it behind her back. She let the charged shot dissipate into the ground.
“As for you, you’re coming with us. When we get off this island, I will be submitting evidence of your crime, including the confession and images I recorded on my earpiece.”
Jazz ran a hand through her grey hair, staring at Jess’s back in incomprehension as they made their way down to the foyer. Jonah, however, looked around nervously.
“Where’s Arturia? Shouldn’t we get her?”
“Arturia headed out to scout ahead last night. We’ll catch up with her on the way.”
Carmelita’s muzzle closed, her mouth a tight line of cold, quiet anger. Amber was eyeing Jess up with fury in her eyes, lessened only by the sight of Carmelita holding the chain of the cuffs firmly in her off hand. She frowned, sickened by the night’s unforeseen events.
“Why?” Jazz quietly asked, startling them all. “Why, Jess? Jeremiah shared tea with us in the breakroom. You both work in the same office. You were hired on the same day. Why?”
Jess’s face was one of sudden shock, and her hands balled into fists. She looked away, tears dripping down her face, and in the silence that followed the group headed out of the front doors, Carmelita’s shock pistol lighting the way.
“You killed Jeremiah in cold blood, and no doubt were relying on Arturia to leap to conclusions. You’ve taken advantage of your friends’ trust and given in to your own paranoia. I am going to cuff you, then we’re moving out.”
Jess, panicked by Carmelita’s professional and calm delivery, pointed at Amber.
“But she was bitten! She’s been feverish, she’s going to kill us all! She even gnawed on Jeremiah’s ear when I dropped it in her mouth!”
“Quiet. Amber is sick, and her condition has worsened. I found a map in the supervisor’s room before we went to bed that showed the location of a hospital. We will be going there and finding a way to cure her, now.”
Carmelita advanced as she spoke, grabbing Jess’s arm and swiftly cuffing it behind her back. She let the charged shot dissipate into the ground.
“As for you, you’re coming with us. When we get off this island, I will be submitting evidence of your crime, including the confession and images I recorded on my earpiece.”
Jazz ran a hand through her grey hair, staring at Jess’s back in incomprehension as they made their way down to the foyer. Jonah, however, looked around nervously.
“Where’s Arturia? Shouldn’t we get her?”
“Arturia headed out to scout ahead last night. We’ll catch up with her on the way.”
Carmelita’s muzzle closed, her mouth a tight line of cold, quiet anger. Amber was eyeing Jess up with fury in her eyes, lessened only by the sight of Carmelita holding the chain of the cuffs firmly in her off hand. She frowned, sickened by the night’s unforeseen events.
“Why?” Jazz quietly asked, startling them all. “Why, Jess? Jeremiah shared tea with us in the breakroom. You both work in the same office. You were hired on the same day. Why?”
Jess’s face was one of sudden shock, and her hands balled into fists. She looked away, tears dripping down her face, and in the silence that followed the group headed out of the front doors, Carmelita’s shock pistol lighting the way.