The Train: Episode 21


“Michael, you killed him?” Nicole exclaimed.

“No! He was unconscious but alive when I left him,” Michael insisted.

“Then why is he dead?” Dr. Ricer asked.

Michael stammered, looking for an answer.

“That is an odd question, isn’t it?” Brody asked.

Michael turned to see Brody standing behind him, a smile spread across his face.

“Who are you? What’s happening here?” Michael asked.

“I’m certain I do not know,” Brody answered.

Suddenly, the bride screamed and fell to her knees.

“What are you up to?” Michael demanded, grabbing Brody’s coat lapel.

“Now what fun would it be if I told?” Brody teased.

Flabbergasted, Michael asked, “Fun?”

“Yes. But wait. There’s more,” Brody said.

“He can’t be dead,” the bride shrieked. “I love him.”

“What?” the shocked groom asked. “What do you mean you love him?”

Ignoring the question, the bride held her face in her hands moaning, “Jacob. Oh Jacob.”

Enraged, the groom turned to the other groomsmen and shouted,

“Who else slept with my wife?

“Madness, and it is escalating,” Dr. Ricer said. “We need to calm these people before things get out of hand.”

“And monkey wrench,” Brody sang suddenly as a lightning strike knocked out the emergency lights.

Still clutching the lapel, Michael felt Brody’s weight disappear from his hands.

“I lost him,” Michael said in the blackness.

In the darkened ballroom, cries and screams erupted. Michael closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to remember the floor plan. Searching through his memory, he located the fire alarm and slowly made his way across the room in that direction. Just as he reached the alarm, the lights came back on and the alarm bell sounded.

When the red emergency lights clicked back on, the kitchen door swung open and the guests and wedding party frantically poured out of the kitchen as the bride stepped out gripping a fire ax.

“Everyone back!” she ordered. “I’m going to find out who killed him!”

Scrambling to escape, like a wave the crowd caught up Michael, Dr. Ricer, and Nicole, sweeping them out of the ballroom into the hallway. As quickly as they could break free, Michael, Ricer, and Nicole moved out of the way, letting the people flee past.

“There are still some people inside,” Dr. Ricer pointed out.

Hurrying back inside the ballroom, they stopped short when they saw the bride sitting on a dead body, hacking at it with the ax while the groom pummeled a man with his fists as the groomsmen held him down.

Her gown soaked with blood, the bride kept repeating, “I’m going to find out who killed him!”

“Who else slept with my wife?” the groom demanded over and over as he beat the man to the floor.

“What is happening?” Nicole asked.

“Looks like everybody’s gone crazy,” Michael suggested.

“I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do, but I know that the man Brody has everything to do with what is happening here,” Dr. Ricer said.

“We need to leave,” Nicole insisted. “These people are getting violent. First let’s get someplace safe and then we’ll figure out what’s going on.”

Wielding a microphone stand, the groom’s mother suddenly charged the group. Michael quickly stepped towards her, ducking her swing with the stand and catching her under the arm. He swung his foot around and kicked the back of her knee, knocking her backwards to the floor.

“There!” the groom shouted as he pointed toward Michael. “Who are they?’

“Just when things were entertaining enough,” Michael said.

“Wait!” Dr. Ricer exclaimed as they were running for safety. “Where’s Lucy!”

Michael quickly scanned the room but saw no sign of her.

Amazed, Nicole asked the professor, “How could you lose her?”

“I don’t know. She was with me just before the room emptied out,” Ricer explained.

“Oh great, Doc,” Michael said in exasperation. “As if we don’t have enough problems.”

“Get them!” the bride screamed, pointing at Michael.

“Un oh! Come on!” Michael shouted.

Published in: on December 2, 2012 at 9:04 pm  Leave a Comment  

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