The House Part 24

Chapter Four in which John leads an attack while being intoxicated
“Ok everyone, Let's just do what we have been planning.” John said, rubbing his eyes as he gave the worst speech that he had ever made. “We're going to bring the Foremen down, let's go!” He ended with a feeble attempt to be inspirational and rabble raising. Never try and give an inspirational speech while you are hungover.
John jumped off the table were he had been standing while he made his speech. He landed on the floor and drew his walkie talkie.
“This is the Supreme Commander.” He said into it, “And We are at go for Operation Dismissal. I repeat we are at go for Operation Dismissal. Supreme Command over and out.”
“We are detonating now.” The person on the other end replied, “In ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”
When the countdown reached one a huge explosion happened. The blockade of the stairwell that John was standing next to blew up. The troops cheered and began to run up the stairs taking them two steps at a time. John had to sprint full out to keep up. They ran for a good half an hour before they finally reached the top three floors. A third of the troops broke off and ran into the first of the three top floors. Another third broke off and ran into the second of the top floors. Finally John and his squad followed another squad into the top floor.
John looked around, where was the prison or wherever the heck they were keeping Thomas. It had to be somewhere near by. He continued to look around as they ran through the floor finally he saw a big building near the middle of the floor.
“There's the prison!” He shouted, “Forward everyone! Forward!!” He drew his gun and sprinted towards the building. He was going to be the hero, he was going to be the one to lead the rebels to victory. Finally he was going to be the one to have all the glory. He kicked open the door without even noticing that is was unlocked. John walked in and saw four men running towards him. He raised his gun and shot them down without even noticing that they were not armed and were wearing white coats.
“Die!!” John screamed, laughing like an insane person. “Onward men!! Let's kill em all!!” His troops cheered and they all ran forward shooting every person they could see. They finally reached a big oak door. A tall white haired man who was wearing a white coat was standing in front of the door.
“Please.” He said, “Stop, you don't know what you are doing.”
“Get out of the way.” John growled.
“Sir,” The man said, “You don't know what you are doing.”
“I said,” John said as he discharged a round from his gun into the chest of the white haired man, “Get out of the way.” John's troops cheered as the white haired man fell to the ground, quite dead. John grinned and pushed the door open. The room was filled with beds each covered by a curtain.
“We've found the Formen's barracks!!” John screamed laughing a high pitched cackle, “Kill everybody, take no prisoners!! KILL THE ALL!!!” Everyone screamed and began to shoot wildly. They followed their orders to the letter. Within five minutes every person in the room, other than John's squad, was dead. Only one of them had tried to fight back. In fact only about three people had actually gotten out of bed. John looked around, adrenalin pumping through his body.
“THERE”S ANOTHER DOOR!!!” He screamed, insanely happy, “THERE ARE MORE OF THEM!!! FOLLOW ME!!!” He started running and his loyal troops followed him. They were finally striking back at the people who had killed their friends, they were finally winning! They beat down the door and saw that this room was filled with beds as well. They raised their guns as one and began to fire. They killed everyone in the room within about Forty Five Seconds. It was like they were addicted to the violence now. John had spotted another door and the soldiers ran forward looking for their killing fix.
The next room was exactly the same as the previous two and again the assembled troops killed everyone in the room very quickly. John looked around searching for another door but he could not find one. He looked to the right wall and he looked to the left wall, but there was no door.
John growled and reloaded his gun, the door had to be somewhere. He continued to look around until he suddenly saw someone movement behind a desk near the back of the room. He smiled and ran over. A young blond woman wearing a white coat was huddled behind it. She screamed and tried to run away as John approached her. John shook his head mockingly and shot her in the leg. She yelled in pain and slammed to the floor. Four of John's soldiers ran over to her and pushed her onto her back and tied her hands together. They then kicked her in the side, arm, and head several times. John grinned wildly and walked over to the young woman. She was weeping and bleeding quite heavily. John pointed his assault rifle at her head.
“Listen to me very very carefully.” John said slowly and threateningly as the young woman sobbed in pain and fear, “You are going to tell me where the door to the next room is and if you do not I will kill you. Do you understand?”
“You don't know where you are, you're not where you think you are.” The woman said, sobbing.
“Shut Up.” Timothy August, John's second in command, spat as he kicked the young woman in the head. “Answer the commander's question!”
“You don't understand what you are doing!” The young woman continued to say, “You don't understand what you are doing. You don't understand what you are doing.”
“Tell me,” John said, moving the assault rifle closer to the young woman's head, “Where the door is or I will blow your brains out.”
“You don't know what you are doing.” The young woman repeated. John shook his head in mock sadness and cocked the gun. He moved it closer to the young woman's head until it was actually touching her head.
“I am going to give you one more chance.” John said, calmly, “Tell me where the door to the next room is.”
“You don't know what you are doing!” The young woman said and John pulled the trigger. The young woman didn't even have time to scream. Her head was blown apart spattering the soldiers standing around her with blood and brains and fragments of skull.
“Sir!” A soldier yelled from across the room, “I found the door! It was behind this curtain.”
“Good!” John yelled while his troops cheered, “Well done soldier!! Open it!!” The soldier saluted and opened the door. Behind this door was a long hallway which was lined with portraits. John didn't bother to look at the portraits as he lead the way down the hall. At the very end of the hall was a door which John kicked open. Behind the door was a single bed and two people. One was lying in the bed and the other was sitting next to the bed. As the door burst open both people turned to face it and John saw that it was Brien May and Ben September. He had totally by accident found two of the leaders of the Foremen. He smiled an evil grin and raised his gun.
But Ben September was faster. He had his hand gun out and was firing it before John had even taken aim. The first bullet struck John in the chest. John screamed and fell backwards, he was dead before he even hit the floor. The next three bullets killed the people standing directly behind John(the doorway was only big enough for one person). Meanwhile Brien had jumped up and grabbed his assault rifle. He loaded it and began to shoot while Ben tried to swing the door shut. John's squad tried to put up a fight but both men had cover and the Rebel Troops did not. They backed up as the door swung shut but just as the door was about to close Ben was exposed for about 15 seconds and Timothy took the shot.
“NOOOO!” Brien screamed as Ben's chest exploded in red. He ran forward and slammed the door shut. He bolted it and ran over to Ben.
“Ben,” He cried, cradling Ben's head in his arms, “Ben..”
“Brien,” Ben gasped, life slowly draining out of him, “Brien, you have to....you have to protect ...you have to protect the House.”
“I will,” Brien said, his tears falling on Ben's face, “I will Ben, I will.”
“But protect yourself as well. Don't lose your morals.” Ben said looking directly into Brien's eyes.
“I won't.” Brien said.
“But do what needs to be done.” Ben said, his breathing becoming more and more shallow.
“I will.” Brien chocked.
“I love you.” Ben said, still staring into Brien's eyes.
“I love you too.” Brien said, the tears falling faster now, “Rest easy Ben, rest easy.”
“It's all alright.” Ben said, smiling a little, “It's all alright Brien, It's all alright.” With that he closed his eyes and he was still.
“NOO!” Brien cried, “No, No, No!” He doubled over crying and stayed like that for a long time.