Tonight The World Dies by Amber White

strode toward me, pulling my rifle out of my failing grasp and set it aside. The last thing I remember was him reaching toward me again before I blacked out.
     
     
     
    Chapter fifteen
     
    When I woke up, my head was pounding. At first, I didn’t recognize where I was. I hadn’t been in this room before. It was small, the threadbare carpet faded from the sunlight streaming in through a unadorned window. I tried to move and found my hands and feet bound tightly with rope, my arms raised above my head. Someone moved next to me.
    “Jo? Are you awake?” It was Billie.
    “Yeah,” I groaned. “What happened?”
    “That freak Bobby drugged you with something. We were dragged up here and tied up.” Came Dean’s voice from Billie’s other side.
    “The good news is, we aren’t dead.” Billie said.
    “Well, that’s comforting.” I huffed.
    “I do what I can.”
    “And Sully?” I asked.
    “I’m here.” Sully said from my other side. His sounded different, like he was really congested or something
    “Are you ok?” I said.
    “I’m fine. Your best friend Todd gave me a bloody nose.” He said.
    I swore.
    “Hey, easy now.” Andy’s voice echoed from across the room. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there.
    “Easy? You want me to take it easy? I was drugged and now my friends and I are tied up like damned prisoners!” I said.
    “And that means you can’t be civil?” He asked.
    “I’ll show you civil you…” I started.
    “Just think of this as a party.” He interrupted.
    “Oh, real great party. Maybe later we can get some formaldehyde and embalm each other.” I shot.
    “Look, I don’t like this anymore than you do, but I don’t have a choice. If I don’t stand watch over you, I’ll be tied up right next to you.” He sighed.
    “So you would rather hold people prisoner than stand up for what you believe in?” I asked.
    “It’s not like that.”
    “Then what is it like?” Sully said. “’cause from where we’re sitting, you’re more than happy to be our captore.”
    “I don’t want to do this. I could guard you, and keep you relatively safe for the time being, or I could be tied up with you; unable to do anything.” Andy said.
    “And just what do you think you’re going to be able to do?” Dean asked.
    “I might be able to help you escape.” Andy whispered.
    Billie laughed. “Do you really expect us to believe you?” She said.
    “There’s a word that describes exactly what you just told me: Idiotic.” I said.
    “I want to help you!” Andy said.
    “Then untie us and let us go.” I snarled.
    “I can’t do that, not now.” Andy said, lowering his head.
    “Then what good are you?” Billie asked.
    He didn’t answer. He sat there for a moment, head in his hands, before standing and slowly walking up to me, caressing my cheek with his hand.
    “If you ever touch me again MacGarret, I will shoot you in the face with a missile.” I said.
    “No, you won’t.” He said.
    “I’d believe her if I were you. She can be downright vicious. If she got into Hell, the Devil would toss her a matchbook and say ‘start your own’.” Dean said.
    Andy rested his hand on my face. I struggled to get away.
    “Don’t you freaking touch her again!” Sully yelled.
    Andy turned to him. “What are you going to do to stop me?” He asked.
    I lifted my legs and kicked him, hard. Andy stumbled back, hurt.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked.
    “You want a list?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “I told you not to touch me.”
    “And I told you, I’m trying to help you! I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.
    “Sorry, my quota for stupid people has been filled for today. Try again when you develop some brains.” I said.
    Andy returned to his seat, grumbling and limping. At least I managed to temporarily wound the jerk.
     
    We were forced to spend two days in that small room before we were allowed to see the rest of the house again. Sully was forced to stay in Todd’s