Chapter Two: Hot Seat.
Greg ordered the Shortner’s to carry their chairs along with them and move to the living room where he instructed Tiffany to unwrap the big gift box. In it were some gadgets; a laptop, a remote control and four other black identical devices that appeared to be about one square-foot each. Greg situated a cushion and sat down opposite the chairs the family brought from the dining. He had them place their seats in a row tightly next to each other. Samantha was still in his arms and appeared drowsy. Greg dragged a small glass table close to the cushion then placed the laptop on it. He ordered Tiffany to place a black device each on all the chairs, which she did.
“You can all take your seat, now!” He said as he opened the lid of his laptop, “Gently!”
They hesitated at first until he swung his pistol at them without even looking at their direction. They all heard a clicking sound as they sat on the devices placed on their chairs.
“Hold the hand of the person seated next to you!” He said as he raised his pistol. “You’re family, right?”
Jerome who was seated on the left clenched Chloe’s right hand. With her left, she held unto Tiffany’s and then Tiffany to Jacob’s.
Greg then pressed a button on his laptop and a tone beeped on the devices as red lights came on.
“Don’t panic,” he said. “Each and every one of you is sitting on a 2 pound explosive, that’s a total of about eight?!” He pointed his pistol at them. “Am I correct? If any of you make any sudden move or an attempt to get up…you’ll trigger the sensors and, well…Boom! It’ll explode. And if you scream in order to alert the neighbours, I’ll activate it here myself.” He hit the laptop with his pistol, “If you try anything stupid, remember…we-all-die. Get it?”
They all nodded.
“Mom!” Tiffany said as she began to shiver.
“Don’t you pee on my device, young lady,” Greg said. “It cost me a fortune! However, at this moment in time I’ve got nothing to lose.” He held Samantha warmly as she slept. “For me, I’m ready to go. I don’t know about you guys but from the look of things, I’d say y’all got some more church services, parties, graduations to attend and probably some weddings too!”
Chloe wept. “Please, Greg,” she said, “we welcomed you into our home! What have we done to you?”
“How old is Jacob?” Greg asked.
“They’re innocent children.” Jerome said, “Let my family go, man. Let’s settle this between us. Whatever it is, please!”
“How old is Jacob,” he said as he stood up, “Don’t make me ask again.”
“He is uh-he is only fourteen!” Chloe said as she sobbed.
“Hmm!” He responded, “And Tiffany?”
“Seventeen!” Chloe answered again.
“Well,” he remarked, “I do not intend to stay here much longer. So the duration of this…exercise will be determined by you, the parent.”
“What?” Chloe said in tears.
“Yeah!” He nodded.
Samantha yawned in her sleep as she lied on his chest.
“You two did something terribly wrong today that hurt me!” Greg said. “Something real bad…”
“Goodnight, Uncle Grey.” Samantha interjected as she yawned again.
“Goodnight, Samantha,” Greg said, “Sweet dreams!” He paused and tapped her gently. “Something happened today…” he looked up at the rest of the family, “And I witnessed it, and it hurts. It cut through me, real deep. The sooner you say what it is and admit that it was wrong, the better for us all. So, I’m giving you…” He stared at his wristwatch, “…20 minutes to think and say what it was and as soon as you say and admit to it, I’ll leave you all in peace, and walk out the door, and you will never see me again!”
“I don’t understand! “Chloe added, still soaked in tears.
“You will, Mrs Shortner,” he said, “You will.” He took a step forward, “See, if you fail to say what you did wrong today in the next twenty minutes, you’ll lose a child. And I’ll give you another twenty minutes to try and figure out what you did so you’d be able to save the life of your next child. But…”
“Wait,” Chloe interjected, “What do you mean lose a child?”
“I’ll get to pick which child is next.” He continued, “Are we clear?”
“Please, Greg,” said Jerome. “What is it? Is it money? Is it…what is it? Just say it, if it’s money we don’t keep much at home! Please, leave my family out of this! Is it some old score you’re trying to settle? Did anybody send you?”
“You have eighteen minutes left!” Greg said.
“Oh my God!” Chloe cried as she held Tiffany’s hand.
“Mommy!” Tiffany sobbed along with her mother. Jacob did not utter a word, he only stared at Greg as he held firm his sister’s hand.
“We are neighbours, Greg!” Jerome added, “what did we do wrong that you have to do this to us? Is it about the argument we had last year concerning the fence? I thought we squashed that, man? I offered to pay for it but you insisted. I would’ve paid the guy that fixed it! Please, let my family out of this! Let them go!”
“This is not about anything that happened in the past.” He said, “This is about today!”
“But we only saw…once before you arrived for dinner?” Jerome added, “In church, remember? And we greeted fine, we parted okay, right?”
“Ye-yes,” Chloe stuttered, “And-and you even said that-that you wouldn’t miss the dinner for anything? Was it something anyone said at the dining table?” She trembled.
Greg lowered his head and heaved a heavy sigh. The couple kept talking and bringing up different reasons they believed might have been behind his action but he acted cold.
“Eleven minutes!” He said as he stared at his wristwatch.
Jerome and Chloe looked at each other and wondered what he thought they might have done wrong that day. She mumbled with tears in her eyes, she was so scared her words weren’t clear.
“Are you saying something?” Greg asked.
“I don’t know what we have done to you, Greg.” She said, “This is not you! You wouldn’t harm my kids, would you? Please whatever it is, forgive us. You know that our kids were lucky to have survived a terrible accident just days back, and we invited you for dinner to celebrate their lives, and now this?”
“Come on, man!” Jerome pled.
Greg noticed that Samantha was dead asleep so he walked to the 3 seater sofa and laid her gently. He smiled then took off his jacket and covered her with it. Greg then walked back to his seat and sat down. He stared at his wristwatch once again, picked the remote control and then stood to his feet, “Four minutes left!” He said, “I gave you more than enough time, guys!” He kept the pistol on the table then walked towards Jacob.
“Jacob, no!” Chloe cried, “Please no, Greg. Please! Greg!”
“If you yell again, Chloe, I swear to God you won’t like what I’ll do next.” He said as he pressed the remote in his hand, the red light on Jacob’s device went green. Greg seized Jacob, Tiffany held him tight as they cried.
“Mommy!” Tiffany cried along, “Daddy, please no! Mommy!”
“Oh God!” Chloe said, “We’ll do anything you want, please not the children, Greg!”
“Greg, for the love of God!” Jerome sobbed, “Not my boy! Not my boy! I beg of you!”
“Alright then,” he said, “Hold firm unto your brother’s hand, let-us-all-die!” he snatched Jacob forcefully and Tiffany let go.
Jacob cried as Greg dragged him away from his family. He struggled hard but Greg was too strong for him. Greg dragged him down the basement and his parent heard him cry for help. Then Jacob went silent.
“My baby!” Chloe said as she cried and gnashed her teeth.
Greg returned to the living room with a dagger in his right hand, and blood all over his trousers and hands.
“Oh my God!” Chloe cried, “My baby! No! No!” She repetitively stamped her feet on the floor. “My baby!”
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“Jacob?” Tiffany sobbed.
“What have you done?” Jerome said. “You sick bastard!”
“You devil!” Chloe yelled. “I hope you burn in hell! Coward!”
“I-told-you-not-to-yell!” Greg said. “Shh!”
Chloe held her mouth as she sobbed disconsolately.
“Now,” Greg remarked as he sat down on the cushion once again. “You’ve got twenty more minutes to save one of your daughters!” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, pulled off his glasses and cleaned it with his shirt then wore it back. Greg took his time to clean the blood in his hands with the hanky. “That makes it about eighteen minutes left,” he kept the dagger on the table next to the pistol.
“You demented fool!” Jerome said, “Bastard!”
“If I were you, I’ll try and save my children, man!” He said as he sighed, “Okay, let me make it easier on you. Let me give you a clue; the clue is that I’ve already given you a clue!” He snorted.
“My baby!” Chloe couldn’t compose herself, “Oh God, my baby! I am so sorry, baby!”
“Mom, dad!” Tiffany said, “What did you do?” She turned to them on her right. Tears rolled down her cheek, “Please daddy, mommy…I don’t wanna die.””
“You sick baboon!” Jerome yelled, “Okay, I’ll confess! You want confession? I’ll confess you self-righteous prat!”
“Honey,” Chloe said as she turned to her husband, “What are you talking about?”
“I saw his car down at the grocery store this evening!” Jerome added. “That’s what this is all about, right?”
“What about it?” Chloe asked.
“Yeah,
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