This is the fourteenth issue and part 2 of Storm Clouds Rising.
Philip: Who are you and what do you want?
Man: My name is Harold, and I don't feel like I need to tell you what I want. Now drop your gun in the back of your pants on the ground or she dies.
Kelly whimpered as he pressed the barrel of the gun harder against her skull. A small tear drop crawled slowly down her cheek.
He reluctantly pulled the gun out and dropped it on the ground.
Harold: Good job. Now before you give me all your food and supplies, we need to establish that-
A gunshot of a high-powered rifle from the roof went off and Harold snapped his head up towards the trees in the background. Philip saw his chance and he took it. Kelly, Carmen, and Molly screamed and Philip lunged at Harold.He wrammed his fist into Harold's nose, causing him to let Kelly go.
Philip: Get inside, honey, and get everyone else out here with a gun! NOW!
Kelly ran away in fear and Carmen followed her, but Molly grabbed the gun and aimed it at Harold, who was struggling against Philip.
Molly: Get out of the way, Philip, I can't get a clear shot!
Philip: Do not shoot, HE'S MINE!
Molly hesitated, but then threw the gun to Philip after he kicked Harold's knee, knocking him on the ground. Philip caught it and pointed it down at Harold but he kicked his shin with immense force, knocking him onto the ground, sending the gun clattering across the loose gravel. Harold walked over and stomped his foot against his face, but Philip rolled out of the way when he went in for a second time.
Philip: You son of a bitch, you're a f-cking dead man! You hear me? DEAD!
Harold: Shithead, even if I die right now, you still have to worry about the five men invading your motel right now.
Philip had a shocked look on his face. Harold only smiled.
Harold: They're trained, dumbass. Their job is to get in without being noticed, take some supplies, and take one of your people.
Philip turned his head, but Harold took the chance and grabbed his gun, then ran to the wall and grabbed onto the top, then climbed over and jumped down by the time Philip had his gun. He sighed, exhausted, and then started running back to the front of the motel. When he burst into the room with supplies in it, he found Ella and Michelle huddled by one of the crates.
Philip: Ella, did you see anyone come in here and take supplies? Did anyone come in here?!
Philip: God damn it!
He ran into the room everyone was cleaning out, followed by Ella and Michelle. Jim burst in after them.
Jim: Is everyone okay?!
Philip: Wait... Jim, Ella, Michelle, Nick, Jeromy, Eva, Carmen, Molly, Kelly, Joe, Kate, Bill, Bryson... No. Oh God, NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!!!
Kelly: Philip, what the hell is wrong with you?
Philip: Those sons of bitches... Five guys came in here and took somebody, at least that's what that guy, Harold, said. And it looks like he wasn't lying because those sons of bitches took him! THEY F-CKING TOOK HIM! GET YOUR SHIT, WE'RE GONNA GO TEAR THEIR ASSES APART!
Kelly: THEY TOOK WHO?!?
Philip stared her cold in the eye.
Philip: Jordan. He's gone. They took him.
- Philip Gords
- Jim Horvel
- Ella Horvel
- Michelle Horvel
- Kelly Gords
- Joe Gords
- Jordan Gords (Mentioned)
- Kate Gords
- Bill Pednure
- Bryson James
- Unnamed Sniper
- Unnamed Sniper