Frozen Heaven

 

 

 

The dark gray clouds hung low in the sky. The road before the 1970s’ Cadillac curved slightly as it wheels splashed up a puddle of water. A pair of brown eyes stared at the constant changing picture of the road before him, as the windshield wipers wiped away the heavy crystal, raindrops. The eyes took a quick glance a small roadside that read: 20 miles, however, the rest of the sign was gone.

 

It was no real point turning the radio on, mainly because there was nothing but static. It was false hope that maybe whenever there was a signal that there will be good news, but it was rare and nothing more than false hope to hear happy words. There had not been any music in over two years; it faded away, just like the world. Rob took his eyes off the road for a minute, and stared down at his sleeping daughter sitting in the passenger side.

 

She slept soundly, leaning against the passenger side door. Rob looked back at the road, and saw that the endless road was ending. He had to find shelter quick, before anyone found them. It was already past curfew. He stopped at the red light, but it really was no point in stopping. He smiled at the thought; it really was no point in the things he was doing. He was still stuck in the past, stuck when he was happy. Only he lived in world where rare moments were only bittersweet.

 

He looked over at his daughter again. She wore a pink and white checker strip dress, and small pink Sunday shoes. Her light brown hair fallen into her sleepy face, and she held her elbow on the armrest of the door, in which her small little fist propped her head up. He looked up at the traffic light. It now glowed green. He pulled off and turned right down another endless road.

 

Thunder crackled in the distance. It was already five thirty, and curfew was at four. His eyes came upon a tall sign that read: Motel. The neon sign glowed red. With the O of the word flashing on in off, and a bird’s nest settled in the curves of the M. Rob pulled into the parking lot, and parked his car. He reached for his car keys but stopped. He looked around closely.

 

It was not the best place to be, but did he really have a choice, it looked as if it was already nightfall outside. He could not drive in the heavy raining conditions. He was just putting him and his daughter at risk. Even though there were just three cars outside including his own, he still had to be careful with the owners of the Motel. He reached and turned off his car, and turned his lovely gaze towards his daughter.

 

“Angela,” he softly called to her.

 

Angela stirred in her sleep, but she did not wake up. Rob sighed, giving his daughter a faint smile. He reached in the back of his car, and grabbed his dark navy blue jacket. He opened his car door, reaching over and unbuckling his daughter. He slowly pulled her over into his arms. Taking his jacket and throwing it over her head to keep her dry.

 

He stepped out of the car, with his daughter in his arms. He closed the door, but pushing down the lock of the door at the same time. Before walking off, he patted the hood of the car with a smile. Rob headed towards the lobby of the run down hotel, the rain pounding on his baseball cap.

 

Rob stopped at a glass door, and pushed it open. A small bell rang letting the owners now that they had customers. A dirty looking man sniffed, and swung his hand over his cup of coffee to stop a fly from swimming in it. He wore a grease wife beater, and his beard was shaggy with clumps of lint in it. His eyes were red and droopy, and when he coughed the sound of snot clogged in his throat made Rob sick.

 

Rob stopped at the desk, pulling the jacket off his sleeping daughters head. The man coughed once again, and Rob looked away with disgust. The smell of must and urine drifted into Rob’s nose making his dizzy. He saw the open bathroom showing him the dirty toilet, and tattered and brown molded walls.

 

“What can I do for, ya?”

 

Rob looked up and met the red eyes of the man. “I need to rent a room for the night.”

 

“A room…” The man turned around towards the key hooks. “I need your name first.”

 

“The name is Daniel Peterson…” Rob looked down at his daughter. “It’s just for one night.”

 

“Okay,” the man grabbed a key off the key hook. He turned back around, and gave Rob a one tooth-missing smile. “That will be fifty bucks cash. We do not except plastic, never had anyway. You know anyone that does?”

 

Rob shook his head. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He placed it on the desk, and started pulling out big bill. The man scratched his beard with an interesting look of greed. Rob caught this quickly, and drew back his wallet once he laid the money on the desk. Just as expected the owner snatched it away, and placed it in a small box.

 

“Your room number is number three. This is your key and your check out time is twelve.”

 

Rob grabbed his key, and turned away from the man heading towards his room. He stopped when the man let out a cough. Rob looked over his shoulder and gave him a question and untrusting look. “I was wondering why you came in so late. It’s past curfew.”

 

“I had car trouble.” With that Rob left the lobby and outside once more, to find room three. Rob came upon his room, and when he opened the door, his eyes settled on a queen-sized bed with red sheets, an entertainment center with a medium sized television, another where it must have led to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

 

Rob laid his daughter down on the bed, and when he did, she finally stirred in her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and stared up at her father. She took small little fist and rubbed her sleepy little eyes. She took her fist away from her eyes.

 

“I had a dream about mommy…” she yawned, she gave her father a sad look.

 

“Really, what did mommy have to say?” Rob sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his daughter with soft look.

 

“Nothing, she just wants to say hi really… daddy… where is we?” Angela looked around with a confused glance on her face.

 

“We’re at a Motel, but it’s just for tonight. We have a long way to go before we find Kenji.”

 

“Does she know that were coming to find her? Does everyone know that we’re coming?”

 

“I am trying my best not to let anyone find out, sweetie. I’m trying my best.”

 

Rob patted his daughter on the head, and realized that she might be hungry, only he had forgotten to pick up something, Food was one of the hardest and most expensive things to find now, Rob looked up at the clock, He placed a hand on his stomach hearing it growl made him sick.

 

“Angela… I am sorry sweetie, but there was no food I could find. And I cannot afford to put you in danger. Can you hold out for one night?”

 

“Yes, I guess so daddy. I just won’t think about food for a while… that’s all.”

 

Later that night, the rain pounded against the windows. As Rob flicked through the endless news channels. They all reported the same thing, a never-ending bloodshed. People killing each other for survival. No happy words were exchanged towards anyone, some deeply confused and others wordless at all. What was the real situation? Why was there a curfew for him? Why did he run in the first place?

 

Rob did not want to become an untrained soldier of the government. Forced to kill his men for no reason at all, and he did not want to see a war that had a meaning. A strong meaning actually. He doubted it at first, but when it called for him to break away from his family and friends, he had to do something. When he lived in L.A. and letter after letter of death notices of family and friends kept coming. Rob started to become scared. What would happen when they sent for him?

 

He had to run along with his daughter. When they bombed L.A. everyone was spilt up, Rob even wondered if they were still alive. A glimmer of hope still lived inside of him and that did not stop him from running and searching for them. Kenji was rebel leader who knew how to bypass some of the new laws that plagued everyone’s future. He was going to search for her, not only was she an old friend of the family. She was also a spy as well, monitoring the governments moves.

 

Rob slumped in the bed, with his daughter watching television. Not really sure what was going on, but she still had clue that if it was making her father upset than it was not good. Rob clicked the television off, sighing to himself. As the two sat in the dark together, he got up and clicked on the lamp sitting on the nightstand.

 

He pulled off his daughter shoes as she yawned still tired. She had not really slept for three days, and Rob thought she deserved the right to get some sleep. He tucked her in gently, and kissed her forehead.

 

“Good night, Angela…” he trailed off, and clicked the lamp off.

 

He walked over towards the window, and sat down upon the table that sat next to the window. He pulled the shades back to stare outside. He was not the one to deserve sleep, he had to keep watch. No matter what the situation was.

 

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This story is dedicated to one of my frequent readers, Phoenix791989. If you couldn’t have already tell she’s in the story too. I wish I could have put this out sooner, but I was sidetracked earlier today. I hope that everyone enjoys the real fun is about to begin.

Absofreakin-awesome! *jaw drops*

One of the best I have read in a while. I mean that in all due respect to everyone else that contributes but... wow. Heartfelt, descriptive... just... wow. Brilliant.

 

~Rav

Wow, another awesome story by you :thumbsup:. I loved the way you described everything. It like your really there with him. Through I wonder what he's running from and why there's a curfew, hmm. Can't wait to find out and read more.

-Rashell

love it Mystery! its so beautiful. I cant wait to see what happens and to see if they find me. Thanks for puttin me in it, I just love it soooo sooo sooo much. *sits and waits*

okay, ill try and update as soon as possible. After I do my driveing hours for driver training. Can't forgot an update for MGTHS as well.

 

Glad everyone likes the story so far.

good luck with that and dont blow anything up.

Chapter Two

 

 

 

 

The rain had stopped, but the gloomy weather still lingered in the air. The sun, from what Rob could remember had not been out for at least three months. Whenever the sun was out it was nothing but bittersweet. Rob’s forehead stuck to the cool glass window, his eyes closed moving about under his eyelids, remembering gentle words from a young woman, no older than he was.

 

Rob lifted his forehead away from the window, his eyes still closed. He leaned his back against the wall that stood behind him, as he now sat the edge of the brown table. He felt his mind drifting again; it was hard to open his eyes. Especially since, he had not slept for more than three days, and the fact a couple next-door was keeping him up half the night.

 

He could not see who in the hell had time to do such antics in world emergency that settled upon their hearts. The sound of sirens rang through his head, and clenched his eyes closed in great pain. All the distractions that kept occurring were annoying him. Rob snapped open his eyes, glaring in deep anger. However, the look subsided in fear, as two Illinois police cars, and two army tanks pulled into the driveway.

 

Rob jumped off the table, but instead he fell between the table and window. His forehead slapped against the window hard leaving a red mark of pain.

 

“Son of… damn…”

 

Rob pushed himself off the window. He turned around, climbed onto the table, and jumped down grabbing his dark navy blue jacket. He ran over to the bed where his daughter slept peacefully. He shook her gently, taking his other hand and removing strands of light brown hair out of her closed eyes.

 

“Angela, sweetie… daddy needs you to wake up now,” he called gently to her.

 

Angela stirred in her sleep, rolling away from her father. Rob sighed in annoyance, looking back at the window. He could see two police officers getting out one squad car and walking to the lobby. The tank parked on the other side of the parking lot. If Rob could sneak past the tank full of army men then he would be home free. His car was parked two doors down from their room.

 

Rob had no choice but to pick up his daughter. He pushed the covers off his daughter, and gathered her small figure into his arms. He grabbed his jacket, which he sat down on the edge of the bed. He walked over to the table and grabbed his hotel and car keys. Rob took one more glance out the window; he closed his eyes to regain the memory of the two police cars and tanks positions in the parking lot.

 

He swiftly made his move out the room, closing the door behind him. Rob hooked the keys onto the handle of the door. He walked quickly and quietly, never looking back in the direction the lobby was in. Only he kept his brown eyes onto the three vehicles. His heart raced with panic, but he would not panic at all. It was his key to blowing his cover.

 

Poles disrupted his view, as he walked down the long walkway towards his car. The poles serving as support of the upper area of the Motel, hiding, and as disadvantage, because at any moment the image of those vehicles can change. It only took a quick second for a movement to take affect.

 

Rob spotted his car. He walked down the steps. His eyes keeping track on multiple things. He knew he was in plain sight, but if he kept quiet than everything will be clear. The hearing is stronger than the eyes of man. Rob walked over to the passenger side door, and carefully unlocked the door. Keeping quiet and calm even though his insides were screaming bloody murder, he opened the door, the slight creak of the door made him mentally cringe.

 

He sat his daughter inside gently, and carefully fastening her seatbelt. He closed the door quietly, but with a firm push so that way the door would not fly open as he sped down the road. He walked over to his side of the car and unlocked it, all in the same motions. He did not stop but Rob could clearly hear the sound of multiple keys ringing and rough voices.

 

The owner and the cops

 

They were checking each room, apparently, Rob had notice that the owner didn’t keep tabs of the rooms he rented out to people, and the 60 ounce of Vodka on his desk. Rob got in, repeating the same notion with the door. He put on his seat belt, by memory of course. His eyes never straying away from the view of the three men checking each room, Rob put the key into the ignition, everything going in slow motion.

 

He turned the key, the sound of the car admittedly catching the three men’s attention. He put the car in reverse, backed out quickly. The back end wheels scratching violently against the black pavement, Rob swiftly made his move to drive, and with one push on the gas. He sped out the parking lot, alerting the army and three police officers. The sound of his wheels instantly jolted his daughter out her sleep.

 

She stared up at her father in amazement and confusion. She strained her eyes at the mirror on her side; she saw the whirling colors of blue and red. She looked back at her father, who kept his eyes on the road. He trailed down the road, making quick glances at the rearview mirror. His eyes came upon a hidden road, he punched the gas once more, and the meter when up to 80 miles per hour from his 60.

 

He made a swift turn; the vehicles behind him already lost in his dust, but still were not giving up. Rob had turned down at dirt road infested with trees on both sides. Angela grew fearful, as her surroundings turn dark. Rob lowered his speed, but when he saw light down the end of the road. He made a quick left turn and down the main road.

 

“Daddy, what happened” Angela gazed up at her father, his brown eyes settling down at her voice.

 

“We almost got caught, but still we aren’t home free from this yet.”

 

“Daddy… is it wrong not to have faith anymore…”

 

Rob back at his daughter and back at the road. “What makes you say that?”

 

“No, daddy… I haven’t lost faith in God, but I just lost faith in running.” Angela stared down at her feet. “I had a nightmare last night… from all the images I saw… if we keep running daddy… do you think it will be safe… everyone’s suffering.”

 

Rob sighed. It was sad really, his daughter had a point, but he hoped that she did not recognize all the Chaos. It was not just the United States fighting. It was the World. It World War III, only this time man against man turned against friend against friend, brother against brought. Shedding blood on their homeland, fighting for survival, Mankind had finally lost hope to power, because along the way. Some idiot thought power was freedom, but man laid that lie in everyone’s minds which connects to man’s hearts.

 

“Don’t worry… once we find Kenji she’ll know what to do, okay?”

 

Angela gave her father a faint smile. “Daddy?” she placed her hands on her stomach.

 

“Yes, sweetie?” Rob looked down at his daughter and back at the road.

 

“I’m hungry…”

 

“Oh, don’t worry… I see a diner coming up.”

 

Angela and nodded, but her faint little smile never meant anything but hope lost.

 

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Thanks for the reviews I really liked them, and I forgot to put a disclaimer, which applies to all chapters of this story. I do not own Linkin Park, nor do I know them. I am just burrowing them for practice writing and for fun at the same time. I do not mean to offend anyone with such topics that display in this story, and that is just what this is a story. So, please if you have something to say please PM about it. However, reviews are greatly accepted anyway.

I loved it! :thumbsup: I love the way you lead up to things in this story without really giving much away. It just awesome. Can't wait to read more as soon as you can manage to post more.

-Rashell

really awesom. I thought rob was really gonna cop it for sure. but i think theres something more then the government that hes running from, maybe something deep in his heart? or is he scared of some part of his heart? damn im over analysing stuff again.

Chapter Three

 

 

 

 

The wheels of the 1970s’ Cadillac crackled under the gray and wet gravel. Angela peeked out of her window with a curious glance; her brown eyes came upon a woman leaning against a red 1991 Ford pick-up truck. The diner itself resembled many of the Southern diners she had seen on television when she was younger. Only there were not any big trailer trucks, only one pick up truck and four older cars.

 

Rob parked the car in front of the diner. He placed it into park and shut off the car. He let a low and heavy sigh, pounding his hands lightly against the stirring wheel. Angela did not want to say anything; she knew her father was greatly frustrated. She realized that the more they ran the more he lost hope in finding a safe place to hide. Rob stared down at his daughter, his hands sliding down off the stirring wheel.

 

“Well, at least we found a nice place to eat. I bet your hungry,” he said softly, taking his hand and patting her head.

 

Angela nodded in response, and followed suit when her father opened his car door. The stepped out, closing the door behind them. Rob walked around to the passenger side, and reached for his daughter’s small hand. She embraced his warm hand. Rob headed towards the diner, but a light whistle caught his attention. He looked over and saw the woman leaning against the pick up truck. She had green eyes, and dirty blonde hair. She wore a white and blue dress; she cocked one hip to the side and smiled.

 

“There’s nothing to eat in there,” she said gently with a heavy Southern accent.

 

“What do you mean there nothing to eat in there?” Rob asked, pulling his daughter along gently, as he started towards the woman.

 

The woman titled her head to the side, staring down at Angela. Her gaze went back up to Rob, as the sound of his shoes walking against the gravel ground caught her ears. “Just what I said… they aren’t anything to eat in that diner, the owner ran out of food just twenty minutes ago.”

 

Rob gritted his teeth together, and looked back over at his car. “Damn…” he whispered to himself.

 

“Yup, the last item they had was scrambled eggs and toast. And that there man over there…” the woman pointed over to an old black man, sitting over on the bench in front of the diner smoking. “Order that… what a shame… now days it’s first come first serve.”

 

Angela placed her hand on her stomach, hearing it growl in hungry made her stomach hurt. She moaned in pain, staring down at the gravel ground.

 

“Now, don’t frown little one… I can fix you two up with something good to eat. Why don’t you follow me back home to my place… it’s just down that there road down there.” the woman pointed towards the road, which was the same road Rob pulled off from earlier.

 

“Are you serious you would sacrifice your own food just for us?” Rob asked, surprised at the woman’s generosity.

 

“Of course… I know just how you feel,” the woman stopped and looked up at the sky. Dark gray clouds rolled across signal for another rainstorm. “Dear me, did I forget to tell you my name.” the woman looked back at Rob and Angela. “The name is Cindy… you’ll better follow me it’s going to rain.”

 

Cindy turned around and opened her driver door. She got in, and Rob gathered his daughter in his arms and headed towards their car. Once Rob was finally inside his car, Cindy led the way out of the diner parking lot down to her house for some food, which was more important to him now. However, no one could judge him by his stomach really for his decision. He did take a second thought about follow Cindy to her house while they were driving. He had several urges to turn around, but all of them subsided whenever he thought about his daughter. He had to make sure she was health, even when there was hardly any food left in the country. He had to use what he could get, and Cindy was one way.

 

A few minutes later, they arrived at a small farmhouse. The barn house behind the small farmhouse was burnt; the skeleton of the barn was a dark red and grayish color. Bits of burnt wood hung from the dark gray red metal. The farmhouse was white and the roof was black, the shutters that donned the windows outside were also black. Angela peered out her window, feeling the wheels beneath her and her father make the car go up and down against the wavy and gravel road.

 

Cindy stopped in front of the garage just a little beyond farmhouse. Cindy opened her car door; she jumped out and headed towards Rob. She tapped on the glass, and Rob hesitated to roll down his window, but when Cindy gave him a sweet smile, he had to roll down his window.

 

“Well, this is it…you and your daughter can stay the night. The weather tonight is going to be rough.” she tapped the side of his door.

 

Rob rolled up his window, as he watched Cindy trail up the stairs of her farmhouse and into the house. Rob shut off his car and smiled at his daughter. “Let’s get something to eat.”

 

Everything was homey, your typical living room and dining room, and upstairs, which Rob did not explore yet. The sound of Cindy rummaging around in her kitchen greeted the two, and the smell of grease and the dangerous sound of its popping.

 

“Make yourself at home. I’ll be in there in a minute to show your room!” Cindy called out of the window.

 

Rob watched as his daughter’s eyes lit up with amazement. The living room was filled with beautiful figurines of angels, teddy bears, and music boxes. Pictures of, possibly, Cindy’s relatives sat on the stands and coffee tables.

 

“Angela, stay close to me okay…” Rob warned firmly.

 

Angela nodded as she walked through the living room; she scanned the area careful and curious eyes. Rob on the other was caught by the glimmer of something sitting on the coffee table. He sat down on the yellow and blue flowered couch; he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a necklace. It was a beautiful necklace of the Holy Cross, now Rob was Jewish, but the beauty of it struck him hard.

 

Diamond reflected off the dim sunlight that poured through the living room window behind him. A ruby stone seem to have an inner essence of its own, like a hidden power of its own dancing and swirling. His eyes widen and the power of this one necklace sucked him in… blink… and he felt warm…blink… he felt tired… blink and he felt alive again.

 

“Hey, I never caught your name, how silly of me?” Cindy walked in, wiping her hands on a washcloth.

 

“Oh… uh… sorry…” Rob placed the necklace down on the table. “Sorry, my name is Rob.”

 

“Oh, you look familiar. Hey, where did your little girl go?”

 

“Angela?” Rob stood up, and looked up the stairs that sat in front of him. He went up the stairs with Cindy looking after him, and followed him.

 

Angela stared at the door that she came across at the top of the stairs. Light shone under the crack of the door, she peered down. She saw movement underneath the door; she jumped when she felt someone touch her. Her breath caught in her throat, she whirled around and saw her father’s kind face.

 

“Daddy you scared me!” she placed a hand on her heart, and smiled.

 

“Come on, it’s rude to walk around people’s house with permission.”

 

“That’s quite alright, but she should watch out for my other visitor that’s staying in there. She got quite a temper.”

 

“Oh, well, sorry anyway. Angela knows better than to walk around like that.” Rob grabbed his daughter’s small hand, and the two followed Cindy downstairs.

 

“Dinner should be ready in twenty minutes… I cooked enough for thirty people…” Cindy headed downstairs with a smile on her face.

 

Angela looked back at the door and saw the light click off. She titled her head to the side, and the door disappeared as they descended downstairs.

Loved it again! Glad that you updated. I really love this story. Hmm. At first reading about Cindy made me think that she didn't really want to help them out, but turn them in. I wonder who the other person is that's here in Cindy's house. Could be who Rob and Angela are looking for?? I guess will just have to wait to see, hehe.

Can't wait for more to come. Keep up to keep work :thumbsup:.

maybe it is kenji maybe it isnt. but i dont like this cindy girl.

maybe Kenji is in there or not... you'll find out soon enough.

OMG - brilliant. Breathtakingly brilliant! You keep me spellbound with every single word. Incredible.

 

:thumbsup:

 

~Rav

Thank you... I should update after I finish typing an update for MGTSHS

*waits.* lol im just stoked to have me and rob in the story lol n_n

mhmm, mhmm *rubs chin* quite interesting i must say! A great read indeed! keep it up, and oh, yea, cant wait for some more chapters!

I know that everyone is waiting for the next chapter, but I only came online to tell everyone that the update will have to wait. I don't know when, but I've fallend really ill. And I need some rest, because I'm in a lot of pain. I know it sounds crazy to tell you guys this, but I don't like when I leave people hanging on a promise.

 

I hope to hear from more of you soon, along with an update.

thats ok, you need to get better and your health is more important. *wraps you in casts and feeds u chicken soup*

Just focus on you and don't sweat it. A story is nothing compared to a person's health, really. I'm sure we can all wait. Doesn't matter for how long. Just get well. Y'all take it easy, get plenty of rest and stuff, and look forward to hearing more from you again whenever you can manage it.

*comforting hugs*

~Rav

Chapter Four

 

 

 

 

Rob sifted through the outdated magazine, his eyes coming upon an old article of an interview he did four years ago. Why would this woman have a four-year-old magazine in her bathroom? Rob flipped the path and smiled faintly at the familiar picture of old friends. A time where everything was happy, fast-pace and never ending. Only why was his thinking of the past, when in fact he hated to being reminded of times so sweet.

 

Rob sat on the closed toilet seat, with his legs folded. His daughter played happily in the Victorian-style bathtub. Sparkling, white bubble bath covered her, painted the tile wall next to the bathtub. Her light brown hair, now dark brown from ducking in and out of the water, she splashed, laughed, and played the bubbles that touched her soft, brown creamy skin.

 

Rob looked up from the magazine; he titled his head to the side, and smiled. “Angela, you’re getting Cindy’s floor all wet.”

 

“Sorry, daddy,” she smiled, sinking into the bubbles hiding the lower half of her face, her eyes peering out at him. “But five more minutes, pleeeease!”

 

“You’ll turn into a prune, and I don’t want that.”

 

Rob stood up, stretching and yawning. Sleepy from the lack of sleep from the night before, He walked over to the closed door, and pulled the pink towel off the towel rack hanging on the back of the bathroom door. He walked back over to his daughter, who dived back into the lukewarm waters of the bathtub.

 

“Angela…” Rob’s voice was stern, with a smile on his face.

 

Angela popped back up and smiled. “Okay, let me dive back in and pull the plug, okay daddy?”

 

“Alright, but don’t go down the drain on me.”

 

“Daddy,” Angela giggled. “I don’t believe in that anymore…” she then dived back under; she pulled the chain on the plug. The sound of the drain gurgling, and a small tornado formed at the base of the drain. Angela popped back up to where her father, held the towel out for her.

 

She stood up, and Rob wrapped her up in the towel pulling her out of the tub gently and carefully. He sat her down, and patted her head. “You stay here and get dry. I’ll go see if Cindy got our room ready.”

 

Angela nodded. Rob turned around, and headed out of the bathroom. He closed the door behind him; everything in the house was dark and the light sound of rain pounding against the window. He sighed, and started to heading for the stairs, when Cindy popped out of nowhere, standing on the top of the stairs.

 

“Oh, I didn’t see you there…” Rob stepped back, for Cindy to step up.

 

“Sorry, about that… I was thinking about something, and got lost in my thoughts. Oh, how did you like dinner? From what I could see you two were very hungry, more coming from you,” she said sweetly, walking towards the hall lap sitting on the brown table. She clicked on the light giving the dark hallway some well-deserved light.

 

“Oh, yeah… we haven’t eaten for quite sometime. Your food reminded me of my wife’s cooking…”

 

“Oh, really,” Cindy stepped up and gave Rob a seductive smile. “You’re married?”

 

“Well, actually, I’m widower… she died two years ago…” Rob lowered his head; he stiffened at the feel of Cindy’s soft hand on his cheek.

 

“I’m very sorry to hear that…” her words were thick and laced with seductive appeal.

 

“Where will I and my daughter sleep?” Rob looked up, his eyes stern staring at Cindy. Hoping and wishing that his stern and unmoving look of his eyes would warn away Cindy, but it was backfiring slowly.

 

“Well, she could sleep in my spare room down the hall… the bed is alone big enough for one, but mine is big enough just for two…” she hugged him slowly, smiling with an evil and seductive of power.

 

Sadly, she was too close for comfort, and a bit too old for Rob. Well, maybe not, but from the pictures Rob had found she could not have been two years old than him, but still she was creepy. His heart pounded against his chest, his eyes were starting to break…slowly, he knew she could feel his fear, and that will lead to an advantage for her.

 

“Daddy…” Angela voice called out from behind.

 

Rob looked over his shoulder, and Cindy leaned to the side. Angela stood dripping wet, the pink towel keeping her warm, a small puddle formed from her drenched form. She rubbed her eye showing her sleepiness.

 

“Sweetie,” Rob pulled away from Cindy, leaving Cindy with a smirk of amusement on her face. “You’re dripping wet.” Rob picked up his daughter, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. He turned to face Cindy with a stern unmoving expression on his face. “Where will my daughter and I be sleeping tonight?”

 

Cindy huffed with a smile. “Follow me.”

 

Cindy showed them their room, and bid them a good night sleep. Rob could not believe that she was trying to seduce him. He was not that desperate. The room was a good side; their view looked out at the burnt barn. The sky hung low, and smell was fresh with rain. He could hear the rumble of thunder in the distant. Rob turned around from the large windows that aligned the white and small flower walls. He stared at the queen size bed. He huffed in anger, as Angela crawled under the covers. She wore an extra red shirt that Rob had found in the back of his car.

 

She curled under the covers, and smiled. “Goodnight daddy…”

 

“Okay, hold on… let me finish getting ready…” Rob pulled off his jeans, only wearing a white T-shirt and gray boxers. He stopped at the foot of the bed. He shook his head. “Only big enough for one… she could have lied better than that.”

 

“What’cha talking about, daddy?”

 

“Nothing, let’s get ready for bed. It is ten ‘o’ clock, earlier than usual, ya?”

 

Angela shook her head in response. Rob climbed in bed; he patted the pink pillows for a firm feel. “Can you have enough pink?”

 

Rob clicked the lamp on the nightstand off, and the only light came from the windows with the stars and the dark midnight glow. Angela fell into a quick sleep, but Rob stared at the ceiling at the unmoving ceiling fan. He wished that he could secretly fall asleep and never wake up. He was tired, but his daughter was the only thing keeping him going forever and forever.

 

The sleep came slowly, but well deserved. Rob had gotten up earlier, the rain a little stronger than last night. He yawned and started down the stairs. Angela had just woken up, and was putting on her clothes back in the room. Rob stopped, as he stared deeply at Cindy who sat on the couch smoking a cigarette with her legs crossed.

 

“You know you’re always my favorite, Rob. However, you are my ticket out of here, and your daughter… take a last look… Rob, because you’ve fallen into my trap,” she said slowly, taking a low drag of her cigarette.

 

The doors bust up, the glass of the windows shattered, and what seemed like a million army dressed in black, all holding machine guns charged in. Rob turned around, and one of them shot. Almost hitting the railing of the stairs, everything seemed to go in slow motion. Rob fell on his stomach, the sound of Angela scream echoed throughout the whole house.

 

Rob crawled up the stairs as they charged inside the home. Cindy looking on with a funny smirk of greed. Rob was a bounty head. Rob crawled up the stairs, as they chased him. He reached the landing of the stairs, and turned around grabbing his daughter in his hands.

 

“You’re under arrest!” one yelled, their face hidden in a black mask. The gun pointed at Rob and his daughter.

 

The door behind them swayed open, the door Angela came upon earlier.

 

A young woman with medium, midnight-black hair, crystal blue eyes. She held two twin pistols in her hands, stood in the doorway. “Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang,” she narrowed her eyes and smiled.

 

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Like I stated before… I have just woken up and added a few touches to the update. I am going back and eating some soup, but the nap and pills worked well. Thanks from the support.

 

*hugs and kisses*

I knew that Cindy couldn't be trusted! XD But damn... can't say you can blame her for trying to seduce him I guess In their barren world I guess it could almost be excused... almost. Hmm.

But for a minute there I was like *jaw drops* thinking - Oh god no! After all that running to be betrayed now?! Damn! You captured the frenetic pace and panic well.

And the part about Rob reflecting on happier times past was a brilliant little addition. Props.

Hehe. Now who's that coming out all 'Kill Bill' fashion at the end I wonder? XD Can't wait to find out. Eagerly awaiting more. Excellent!

~Rav

Omg! Knew somthing was up with Cindy...wanting to help them out, yeah right. I like that way you had him reminiscing about the past, awww. But wow, I wonder too who it really was coming out there out the end, hmmm.

Hope you get well and can't wait for more.

*runs in and hurts cindy* thats what you get! *bites her arm!* no one messes with MY rob like that.awesome update mystery. it rox

Chapter Five

 

 

 

 

Rob stared up at the beautiful woman, as he lay on his back with his daughter in his hands. The army raised their guns, the glare reflecting off their helmets. The woman smirked, but it quickly faded as a determined killer expressions spread across her face. She quickly fired at the two army men, they fell backwards downstairs, pushing back few of the men in black.

 

The woman behind Rob kept shooting rounds at the same two men dressed in back. When they fell over, the rounds were out. The woman dropped the guns on the floor, and stepped over Rob and Angela. Four men came heading up the stairs, Cindy stood up from the couch. Her eyes narrowed at the woman, she cursed and left into the kitchen.

 

The beautiful woman started kicking one in the stomach. Wearing sharp high heels, she ended up puncturing a hole into the man’s stomach. She knocked a punch in the side of the face, with such force he fell over the side of the railing. Two more men came after their fellow comrade fell over the side and landing downstairs on the table.

 

She grabbed one man by the arm and twisted it, breaking it instantly. While her grip was still on the broken arm, she grabbed the other person by the neck, and pounded his head against the railing of the stairs. He groaned in pain, she smiled as she raised his head back up. She pushed backwards, and she and the two guards went down falling backwards. Knocking down the last of the four-army men down with her, they fell onto the hard stairs, but she summersault before she landed. She landed on her knees, looking up at Rob and Angela

 

She stood off, dusting off her black miniskirt. She wore tall, black leather high heels, and black tank top. Sorry to say at first glance if she did not kick those men’s ass, Rob would have mistaken her for a hooker. He stood up, with his daughter still gathered in his arms. He carefully headed downstairs, stepping over the fallen men.

 

The woman heard the shatter of fallen dishes hitting against the ground. She smirked, heading over towards the kitchen. She stopped before the man who had falling over the railing. She kneeled beside him and grabbed the pistol from his holster. She checked the ammunition, and headed towards the kitchen. Angela began to cry, Rob slowly hummed a song to calm her… this he knew was not going to be good.

 

The woman found Cindy rummaging through the kitchen doors, cursing to herself in the mistakes of failure for whatever she was looking for. The woman tucked the gun in her miniskirt; she slowly and quietly stepped over the broken dishes. Rob stopped in the doorway, he placed a gently hand over his daughter’s quivering mouth. He knew that Angela was about to have another panic attack.

 

Cindy turned around to find a punch across her face. She stumbled backwards, holding her face as shock and pain ran throughout her body. The woman grabbed her Cindy by her hair, and dragged her towards the mirror hanging on the wall next to the stove and back door. She smashed her head into the mirror, letting her go to the floor. Cindy coughed up blood; it dripped from her cracked face where the woman smashed her head into the mirror. She breathed heavily, gasping for air. Taking by surprise by the attack,

 

“Were you going to turn me in too? And for what… you wouldn’t get to use that money even if you did succeed…” the woman spat at her, her crystal-blue eyes narrowed at her.

 

“… Why did I ever agree to pick you up?” Cindy heaved slowly, sighing with failure.

 

“Because it was worth a punch I guess….” the woman kicked Cindy in the stomach, and she turned around to face Rob and Angela, who in which stared at her in fear. Tears welling up in her eyes and her face turning red.

 

“Let’s go… they’re coming…” the woman ordered, she headed out the kitchen with Rob following her, clearly at loss of words.

 

He followed her outside, and to his car. She stopped at the passenger side of the car. “Drive…” she ordered, her arm leaning against the door, supporting her weight.

 

“How can I trust you, after Cindy just betrayed us?”

 

“You have two options… one you get in the car and drive, or two you stay here and taken by the army as their little war toy so they can put you in the heat of battle, when you have no clue what’s going on. Now Drive!”

 

Rob didn’t second-guess the woman. He looked towards the left and saw tanks heading up the road. He opened his door, pushing his seat back to put the panic striking Angela in the backseat. He pushed it back in place and got in. He unlocked the passenger side door for the woman to get in. He took out his keys from his pocket, and took no time in starting the car. The woman got in slamming the car door in notion.

 

Rob placed the car in reverse; he backed out, and placed it into drive. Then he placed the car in drive and punched on the gas. The tanks followed, and so did two black BMWs. “Okay, where to since you like to give orders?”

 

The woman looked out and into her side mirrors. She saw a man peeking out the window with a pistol at hand. “Hit the gas… go as fast as it let you…,” she ordered, she pulled out the pistol that was tucked into her miniskirt.

 

Rob hit the gas as hard he could. The back window shattered, they were shooting at them.

 

“DADDY!” Angela screamed.

 

“Oh, no she’s having a panic attack… take the wheel.”

 

“Wait, you drive… I’ll worry about them back there.”

 

“Yeah, well, my daughter’s sanity is at sake…”

 

The woman huffed, as Rob let go of the wheel, but his feet not letting go of the gas. He lifted up, as the woman grabbed the wheel growing madder and madder. He and the woman exchanged places. Rob got into the passenger side and turned towards his daughter, the wind from the open back window blasting into his face.

 

 

“Okay, Angela… think of this as a game…”

 

“DADDY I CAN’T THINK OF THIS AS A GAME! THERE TRYING TO KILL US!”

 

“Switch places… NOW!” the woman ordered, as she repeated the notion of the exchange seats as before.

 

The woman crawled back into the driver’s seat. Their speed declined just how she wanted it to. She turned around in her seat, stuck her head out the window with the pistol at hand.

 

“DADDY THIS LADY HAS A GUN! YOU SAID GUNS WERE BAD AND DON’T HANG AROUND WITH PEOPLE THAT HAVE THEM!”

 

“I know Angela; daddy said a lot of things… but please try to be calm. I’m trying to drive…”

 

The woman fired the gun directly at their tire. With one hit, the BMW flipped to the side, and started rolling back into the tanks crashing, and causing one of the tanks to explode. The woman smirked at her work; she got back in and smiled. Placing the gun on the dashboard, enjoying the silence and the scenery behind them as it descended out of view.

 

Rob stared at the road, as the woman pulled out a cigarette and put her feet up on the dashboard. She took in a long drag, and let out a deep breath of smoke.

 

“DADDY THIS LADY IS CRAZZZZY!” Angela cried, tears pouring down her face.

 

Rob let out a deep sigh, and focused on the road.