12 Chapter 11: The Bandits are Coming

Chris turned around and began running towards the stairs. He didn't see the figure at all. Chris concluded that the figure was a human being because of his size and strength. He also determined that it was a man because of his physical attributes, but he wasn't sure. 

"I haven't seen him or heard him. I wonder if he tried jumping down the elevator shaft. What an idiot," Chris thought, trying to get his mind off of things. 

He finally reached the bottom of the stairs and heard a mixture of crying and screaming. He could determine that the screaming was coming from Heather. 

Chris quickly drew his personal sword leaving the bunker sword in its sheath and ran towards the source of the screaming. He ran through the halls as fast as he could, only tripping and taking a few wrong turns once or twice. He located the source of the screaming to the garden room. 

He turned the corner and found Carmella dead with blood running from multiple stab wounds and Heather being threatened by a man with a large knife. The man wore a black overcoat and black clothes, and he had a hood covering his face. He had a scabbard containing a sword similar to Chris's. The man noticed Chris's presence in the room and turned around.

"Aw great, another person who WANTS TO GET IN MY WAY!" the man screamed as he was now drawing his sword. He was breathing heavily and appeared to be malnourished. He also appeared to be mentally unstable or insane. 

"I guess I have no choice but to kill you. You look a little too confident for your own good little boy."

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US!" screamed Chris.

The man dashed towards Chris with a downward swing. Chris stepped to the side haphazardly to dodge it. The man swung his sword now, aiming at his head. Without a second thought, he raised his sword to block the attack.

At that moment, a voice came through the radio the man had on his belt.

"Sir, we have two males in custody. The young one was a little challenging, though."

"They have Francis and Max," Chris thought. Chris was still in shock after seeing Carmella dead on the floor like he did, and now he knew that they have captured Francis and Max. His grief was now overcome with rage. Chris brought his sword above his head and just as quickly swung it at the man. The man stepped to the side, allowing Chris to move past him. Unable to stop his momentum, Chris stumbled and fell to the ground.

"I was told that you were such a talented swordsman, but I don't see it."

Chris, now standing again, swung at the man's chest, but the man pushed the sword past him. With Chris past him, he turned around and struck Chris in the chest, causing him to bleed. 

Chris readied his sword for a third time, and this time attempted to stab the man. The man moved once again this time, jabbing his elbow into Chris's back, forcing him to the ground. Chris could no longer see. His world began to spin, then went black.

"Chris. Chris are you awake," the sweet sound of a female voice filled his head. Chris opened his eyes. He was in a room tied up with Heather, Francis, and Max. he could feel that they had taken his swords.

"Wh-Where are we?"

"Don't know," said Heather, kissing him on the cheek, "I'm just glad to know you're not dead."

Chris's head felt like it was about to explode. "Being dead sounds better than the pain I'm felling right now."

"Don't say that dear," said Heather.

"You don't have to act like we're a couple anymore, Jackson saw through your plan. Speaking of which, where is he?"

"He never showed up," replied Francis in shock over what Chris had said.

"What do you mean, he hasn't shown up yet?"

Just then Chris heard yelling outside the room. It sounded like a middle-aged man. The door flung open, and they threw another tied up person into the room. It was Jackson.

"Well. some swordsman you are," remarked Jackson.

"Yeah, he had no technique at all. It should have been an easy fight for you," stated Heather.

"I was overwhelmed with emotions and I let them get the best of me. Also, I've never been in a life or death situation before. It's not like fighting with Francis," said Chris with a tear running down his cheek. 

"You can't let that get in the way, but the fact that you fought instead of running away makes you stronger than most of us," replied Jackson.

"Enough with the heart-felt reunion, does anyone have a plan to escape," Francis yelled.

A guard overheard Francis and came into the room and smacked Francis across the face saying, "There will be no escaping."

He walked out of the room again. Jackson lifted his hands which were now free and said, "I have a plan."

"And what would that be?" said Francis in pain.

Jackson lifted his shirt, revealing two combat knives.

"They are my grandfather's. I never leave home without them. Chris, you take one. I'll get the guard's attention. Then we jump him. Then Chris, find a sword and you and Francis, do your worst on them, give them all you got," said Jackson, cutting everyone free. "I'll take Heather and Max to a safe location."

Jackson cut everyone free. Chris took off his shirt and held it in one hand and the knife in the other.

"Hey, I think they're trying to escape again," yelled Jackson. 

A second later, a guard appeared in their room with his sword drawn.

"It's showtime," said Chris in a cocky voice.

The guard attempted to stab Chris. He caught the blade in his shirt and moved it aside, allowing Jackson to move in and kill the guard. The guard carried a sword similar to the other's. Francis took his sword and attached it to his belt, and the two swordsmen left the room.

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