Chapter 2: Jones
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! MATTHIAS! WHAT THE HELL?!" Nick screamed. Matthias didn't respond, instead he grabbed Nick and dove behind a cargo container, as though he was taking cover from the Lovecraftian horror looming above us. In between barking orders to Natasha and Daphne, he handed Nick a handgun and gave him the order to shoot. Nick did so, but his assault proved totally, humiliatingly ineffective. Renard's revolver cracked like thunder next to my head, but he was slowly realizing that luck isn't exactly useful when the cards are stacked. I turned back to Matthias, to ask what we should do, or if we should run. 'Oh hell, oh what the hell, oh God what is that?' was also on the list. Except, Matthias was already dashing off into the distance, following after Daphne.
"MATTHIAS! WHAT THE HELL?! MATTHIAS! WHAT DO WE DO! WHAT DO WE DO, WHAT DO WE DO! Whatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedoohell," I called after him, he was already out of earshot. The boat wretched violently, we were thrown to the floor, my face slammed against the deck.
"Son of a bitch," Renard said, fumbling with his rounds as he pushed them carelessly into their chambers.
"Okay, alright, well, I'm out of bullets and Matthias neglected to give me ammunition. What next?"
"Katie, let's make it to Katie," I said, "That's where everyone else is going to rally, and we have our weapons in Katie, remember? I swear we took an RPG from Sal way back whenever that was."
"You mean a few weeks ago?" Nick said.
"Alright, where is Katie then?" Renard asked, "Actually, come to think of it, how did you get her aboard?"
"She, we..." Nick started, then stopped, "How did we get Katie aboard?"
"I could have sworn Natasha and her just wal-" I was cut off midthought. Another violent impact shook the ship, the sensation was horrific. I slid, and was thrown against a shipping container. I could hear the rivets popping, everywhere on the ship.
"She's this way," Nick said as we leveled out, "come on."
We ran. Above us, rising above the labyrinthine cargo area, the monster's tentacles wavered and twitched. It was almost as though the thing was curious, unsure of what to do with us. Clearly it recognized that a ship isn't edible, but the Lure had baited it, so it knew there was something aboard it wanted. Nick skidded around a corner, nearly tripping on the slick deck. This caught my eye, I hadn't remembered the deck as particularly slick. Then I felt the drops of rain pounding against my skin, it had started raining. Heavily.
"What the hell?" Nick said, bewildered. As I followed him around the corner, I saw why. Natasha had made it to the container that was holding Katie first, and was very obviously 3 or 4 steps ahead of us.
"Oh," Natasha said plainly, as though she was mildly surprised we were still alive. Strapped to her back was a large, military green, tube-like device.
"What is that?" I asked, cautiously.
"This?" Natasha traced my gaze, "What does it look like."
"A rocket launcher."
"Yeah. Cause it is one."
"... And you are going to operate it?"
"... Yes. Is that a problem?"
"Uh... no ma'am. Not at all."
"Good. Now there was a helicopter in the rear of the ship, I found it one day. I'm going to go pilot that, you three find Matthias and tell him to get Katie out into the open so we can lift her out of here."
"Can a helicopter lift a car?"
"Hell if I know. Probably not," Natasha shrugged, "Now go make yourselves useful."
"But, we don't even know..."
"Shut up! I don't care about your problems!" Natasha called as she disappeared back into the maze.
"I feel useless," Nick muttered.
"I think you two did mention something about RPGs early but it didn't register until like... now," Renard said, "WHERE. IN THE HELL. DO PEOPLE LIKE YOU. GET WEAPONS LIKE THAT?"
"Matthias knew a guy," Nick replied.
"Hey, here's an idea, let's go find Matthias so we can all get the hell out of here," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Without out another word, merely a gesture indicating they should follow me, I turned on Renard and Nick, and broke into a sprint. We slide around the deck like it was ice, skidding between rows of containers. Every time I lost my balance and slammed into one of the containers, I heard a horrible crack. After what seemed like hours, but was in reality a mere, five terror-filled minutes, we emerged from the jungle to see Matthias and Daphne flying down the stairs from the bridge.
"MATTHIAS!" I screamed, "WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!"
"There's a chopper in the rear, run!" he responded. Thanks, glad to see we're all up on current events, I thought. "RENARD!" Matthias screamed, pointing towards Daphne, who had flown past us, "FOLLOW HER!" Renard didn't need to be told twice.
"HEY! HEY! What about us! What is that thing?!" I demanded.
"It's the Kraken!" Matthias replied.
"Well, hell! Isn't that bad?!" I asked, "Is that what the Lure woke up?"
"NO!" Matthias answered. His eyes darted away from my face, and up to the sky. The Kraken had raised a tentacle high above ship. Inky blackness crept over the deck.
"RUN!" screamed Matthias. The tentacle fell, rushing towards us. I ran, harder than I ever have in my life. The deck was too slick, I lost my footing and slide, colliding viciously with the bridge down. The Kraken connected with the deck. The boat shot into the air, I grabbed a pole, and Nick grabbed my leg, but Matthias missed us by an inch. We watched in horror as he slide towards the water, I thought for sure he was going to be sent over the edge, but he managed to grab a twisted metal bar as he was about to careen into the abyss.
"MATTHIAS!" Nick screamed, "Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell we're going to die."
"Nick, you honestly think we're going to die?" I asked.
"YES. HELL YES. WE ARE GOING TO DIE SPECTACULARLY. THEY WILL BE TELLING STORIES FOR DECADES ABOUT HOW ROYALLY SCREWED WE ARE RIGHT NOW."
"Hey man, good for you though, still have faith in reality."
"Yeah, ever since the Labyrinth I've just been assuming this is all the worst acid trip I've ever been on." The ship creaked, and fell back to the surface of the water. But it had been breached, water was slowly filling in, and we were slowly tilting back up.
"Oh hell, oh hell, we're sinking," Nick panicked.
"Yeah. You're right. We're dead."