Rumbling... Booming... Crashing...
The blaring bullets raining down on the Oasis cruise as he fights off; alone against the demons coming after them.
Violence, Blood...
Neva clasps her mouth with her blood stained palm, red smearing cheeks—tears streaming down her eyes as she gazes out the door from behind the front room of the third–floor that Rhett has sheltered her into, the trauma weighing down her soul.
She looks away, and desperately embraces the tiny figure laying on her lap.... drenched in blood. Putting pressure on his wounded stomach.
Fighting to breathe; fighting to live.
Rhett crouches down behind the handrail breathing heavily, hurried hands unloading and loading magazine on the machine gun.
Two hour prior, it was all peaceful and merry on the Cruise sailing on the Heart of the Ocean.
'Why? How did this happen?'
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(An hour before)
Neva in her cabin, seated on her bed with Noah, she's laughing her heart out, her head leaning back and a hand on her stomach.
Noah dazedly blinks at her.
He thinks to himself; the story was not supposed to be funny or, was it?
Nevertheless, he giggles looking at Neva chortling wildly, suffering to breath—whose eyes are filled with tears.
Neva was laughing at his true story: about his grandma wearing her prescripted glasses to bed when she's sleeping at night and her eyes are closed; for she would be too embarassed to put it on during the day.
And Noah was very worried about his grandma's low eyesight during the day.
Rhett laying on the left side of the bed shakes his head. A lingering smile on his face. He lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head. His eyes on Neva.
Minutes before he was frustrated and inflamed at the boy Noah being inside their room.
Seizing all of Neva's attention from him.
Fate had it's own game. Noah and his father's cabin, just two doors away from theirs: the kid came knocking on their door.
Rhett who opened the door glanced down and frowned at the boy.
While the child smiled, his eyes gleaming; he was right!
He saw them on the first day, making their way to this cabin.
Although he saw her only once two days ago, she made a remarkable space in his heart.
He wished to see his princess once more.
Neva peeked out from inside the room, only to find the little human she crossed paths couple of days ago.
Rhett as always was firm to not let the kid in.
Neva though; was cute and pitiful, enough to make his stern self melt.
Noah enlightened them that his dad left for a meeting for some business deal and would come after half an hour.
The poor child had been left alone.
Neva covers her lips with her palm, attempting to stop her hysterical laugh, feeling bad over laughing at Noah's poor old grandma.
Only for her to snort and laugh a second later, at her own imagination caused by the boy's 'funny' story.
The twilight of the evening, the sun swirls away, almost about to set. The beautiful sky looking through the azure ocean.
In this moment, Rhett lay relaxed in peace. Nonetheless, he does not dare to let his guard down. He remains alert and observant of every scene enfolding on the cruise.
The laptop that he asked of Sky had played and hacked all of the security cameras.
He could see everything that goes on in the cruise. Except, of course, behind of the cabins, since there were no cameras inside.
Sitting up, he pulls out the chord of the laptop off the charger placed on the nightstand by the bed.
He examines the current atmosphere—selling through the footages, and anything off about the area surrounding the cruise, and their hopeful destination.
Then his heart skips a beat: on the screen, the marine radar—interpretes a destroyer warship making a beeline towards their cruise.
They are here. The enemy was here.
He then presses some more keys.
Surveying for any other hazard, the obstacles was just the ship moving rapidly, with it's pace of 30kts in no time will the enemy reach them given the distance.
Rhett curses under his breath. He really hoped the voyage to go on safe.
He glances at Neva, her anxious gaze now on him. Unknown, yet predicting the hovering menace.
His breathing quivers faintly, but he gains back his firmness, a whit of determination burning his orbs.
He smiles at her reassuringly, and that worries her more; that look in his eyes.
It was alright, he had weapons he favoured on the suitcases he brought with him, the skin of them being undetectable of guns by the security system.
And he knew a perfect place to hide themselves, if needed.