- NIGHT 3 -
Excalibur had been in pain all day, but he was persistent about continuing his work. He had just finished his last piece of business for the day when he finally decided to call it quits and head to his room.
As he was walking down the hall, he had the strange sense that he was being followed. Perhaps he was just paranoid given last night's attack, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
When he finally reached his room, he opened the door and quickly scanned the area. Nothing. Before he closed it behind him, he made sure to look in the hallway. Nothing.
"You're just being neurotic," he said out loud to himself.
An hour had passed since Excalibur went to sleep when he was woken up by the sound of his door.
"Who's there?," he yelled. No response. He could see something moving in the shadows, though, and reached for his sidearm.
"Looking for something?" his visitor asked, holding up Excalibur's gun. "You know, had you just died last night, I wouldn't have had to make this little house call. Plus, a stab wound is much less severe than a bullet wound if you ask me." He laughed, but Excalibur didn't see any humor in it at all. "You're not very fun. Here I was thinking that humanity had hope, but you can't even laugh about the situation. Oh well."
The man grinned as he pulled the trigger, shooting
Excalibur directly in the head.
"Have fun getting saved from that."
...
Jack decided tonight was a good night to make an appearance at the ship's makeshift bar.
"Make it something strong, I don't drink often," he told the bartender. He looked around the room, and surprisingly didn't see any familiar faces.
"Hi there." His ears perked up as he heard a beautiful voice coming from behind. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room, and thought I might invite you back to my room."
Jack turned around to see the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. All he could do in response was smile and nod.
"Good," she said as she slipped him a note with her room number. "Meet me there in a few minutes?"
He again nodded, and she made her way out of the bar area.
10 minutes had gone by as Jack stood outside her room. He was beginning to think he had the wrong number until he heard someone walking toward him. To his surprise it was not the woman, but instead someone else entirely.
"Would you consider yourself to be a religious man?" the man asked Jack.
Jack wasn't exactly sure how to respond. What an odd question from someone he had just met. "Sure, why do you ask?"
"It's nothing, really. Something someone was reading last night really caught my eye."
"Oh yeah?" Jack wasn't sure exactly where this was going.
There was along pause before the man spoke again. "I find it ironic that you're religious, given what you do."
"And what is it that you do?" As Jack turned around, he saw the man's gun pointing directly at his face.
"I kill."
Jack's body was discovered shortly after, riddled with bulletholes.
...
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"What the frak is happening to me?"
The music stopped as if on cue, and it all became so clear.
...
Knock, knock.
The man stared at his door as he was terrified of what could be waiting on the other side.
Knock, knock.
"Go away!," he yelled. He was shaking as he hid in the corner. There's no way anyone could get in, he kept thinking to himself.
"I'm not going anywhere, but I'm also not going to hurt you," a voice said from outside the room. "I know it is difficult to trust people right now, but you can trust me. Keep the door closed for the entire night. I'll be out here to make sure no one gets in."
The man didn't know if he could trust this voice, but he took comfort in the idea that this protector was really on his side.
...
Sweat was running down the man's face as he sat impatiently in his chair.
"I know they're coming for me. Any night now, they'll just try to get me."
He kept what looked like a homemade switch device strapped to his hand. It was most likely linked to the explosives wired around his room. He clearly hadn't slept for days, but that wasn't going to prevent him from his mission.
"Any night now."