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2012: Bay of Destruction


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With apologies for the delay in updating. Apparently I'm supposed to explain why I was so long in finishing this chapter and the only thing I can say was that the supermarket had an offer on their vodka. The last thing I remember is that it was July and I was putting the bottles away in my kitchen and then woke up, well you don't really want to know where I woke up or that I seemed to be wearing a traffic wardens uniform and talking Latin. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Six

Roo Stewart felt like something was wrong all day. She chipped her nail polish; it was a perfect shade of pale peach and a colour she could only get in a beauty salon in New York so she couldn’t afford to waste any. She frowned down at the nail like it would miraculously repair itself if she looked at it long enough before sighing once more. Then after the drama with the nail she’d broken her hairbrush as she did her hair that morning. She knew there was a crack in the handle, she’d thrown it at her ex at one point and it slammed into the wall behind him as he ducked, which was unfortunate, as he could really have done with something smacking the smug expression from his face. But getting back to her hairbrush, it had been her mothers and she hated that after all these years it had finally broken. All because Nicole had used up her conditioner when she’d stayed over last night and she’d had extra tangles in her hair as a result.

Roo muttered something under her breath about living in a madhouse before she stepped over to her car. She climbed inside and sat behind the wheel before putting the keys in the ignition. She didn’t hear the small click sound as she turned the keys.

She started the engine and checked the mirrors frowning as she caught sight of her fluffy hair in her reflection.

As she pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the main road going into Yabbie Creek. As she moved up the slight incline in the road that ran towards the other town she had no way of knowing that her day was just going to get worse. The small glass divide that separated the two halves of the chemical encased sections of the bomb that was attached to her car had cracked. So far the red chemicals were slowly mixing in with the blue in such minute amounts that the chemical reaction wasn’t strong enough to cause an outright explosion.

Roo Stewart was about to have the worst day.

Reaching over to the cd player discreetly placed in the centre consol she pressed play and waited a heartbeat, expecting her favourite, a Kylie and Jason CD to start playing. As she navigated on the long road into Yabbie Creek she put her foot down on the accelerator and shifted gears absentmindedly listening to the engine change revs as it began to work harder.

She heard some clicked coming from the stereo and frowned wondering why she wasn’t hearing the honey tones of Jason and Kylie before she heard a male voice begin speaking to her. For a moment she was confused, thinking perhaps that she accidentally put in one of her motivational cds instead when the voice said her name.

“Roo Stewart,”

She gave a gasp and looked at the stereo, although she wasn’t sure what she expected to see before her focus was dragged back top the road as she felt the car swerve slightly inot the other lane.

“Roo Stewart if you are hearing my voice it spells out significant trouble for you.” The voice continued coming across as slightly sinister. “There is a bomb in your car.”

Roo gasped and immediately eased her foot off the gas pedal causing the car to slow quickly.

“If you stop the car it will explode.” The voice added.

“My god!” Roo gasped out.

Her gaze went to the fuel gauge and she gave a moan at how low the needle was. She’d meant to fill it up a couple days ago but wanted to try and save a bit of money and now she really needed the extra fuel. Oh, who was she kidding, she was useless at remembering to fill the car up with fuel, how many times had she actually been on fumes when she’d crawled into petrol stations to fill up. Too many to count, she scoffed and turned her attention back to the voice on the cd. Fuel, or the lack of it seemed to be the last thing she should be thinking about.

“So we’ve established that you shouldn’t stop the car but you should also not exceed 40 miles per hour.”

Roo looked once more at the display at the top of her steering wheel and laughed hysterically, no fuel and she was already going over 50 miles per hour. How many times had her Dad warned her about her speeding?

“You go too flaming fast! Strike the crows!” her dad often muttered at her when he was sat in the seat beside her. She could do with him there today telling her that she wasn’t having some kind of paranoid delusion and that voice was real because at that moment in time she wasn’t so sure. And just maybe Alf Stewart, stalwart of Summer Bay, would know what to do to get her out of this mess.

“Should you already be doing this speed the bomb is now armed.” The sinister voice continued.

“Oh crap.” Roo muttered.

She caught sight of her fingernail with the chipped nail polish and frowned at it. She didn’t want them to find her body with chipped nail polish and scrunched her face even more as she frowned at her random natured thoughts.

Looking at the road ahead she grimaced at the way it twisted and turned, she’d have to slow down for some of them, what would happen then, she wondered.

“The bomb will not explode if you continue.” The voice said slowly.

She couldn’t tell whose voice it was although there was something niggling in the back of her head. She was sure she should recognise it, that she had heard the voice before. It wasn’t someone from her time in America, although the accent had subtle hints of the America twang in amongst the Australian. Groaning she glanced down looking at the display on the dashboard before the green writing on the cd player. It proclaimed that it was on track 2. If that were really her cd then Jason would be singing now. His voice would be soothing whatever worries she had and calming her so she could focus on what she needed to do for whatever project she was working on. There were so many things that she took for granted, even though she had changed a lot in the past few years having been a very spoiled brat in her teens. Whatever she wanted she’d done her damnedest to get.

Bobbie Simpson had her man, Frank and even though she had the drama of the pregnancy of the child that turned out to be her daughter Martha, she’d messed about with their romance breaking them up. Frank had seen through her and then he and Bobbie had finally gotten married. Months later she’d had an affair with him and broken up their marriage. She and Frank had then disappeared to New York leaving her dad to pick up the pieces.

“If you are still listening to this recording then there are things that you can do to help yourself.” The voice interrupted her thoughts and she yanked her mind back to the present looking over at the cd player.

With herself being distracted by the cd she took her eyes off the road not noticing that she’d strayed into the opposite lane. She looked up and cried out. The dark menacing shape of the lorry heading towards her flashed it’s lights and beeped. In reaction she tugged hard on the steering wheel and swerved the car out of the way her feet moving on the pedals as instinct took over and she rammed them down on the brake pedal.

Too late she remembered the bomb and the menacing warning about dropping her speed and screamed out in panic. She couldn’t die like this surely, she asked herself as she struggled for control of the car. She head the jumbled combination of the sinister voice and her panicked cries with the undertone of the truck beeping it’s horn in warning before the car oversteered and slammed into the crash barrier at the side of the road.

As the momentum of the car raced to a stop it threw her forward and her head slammed into the steering wheel causing her to blackout for a few precious seconds. She came to and looked around in puzzlement before remembering everything and turned trying to open the door. Slapping her hands uselessly against the jammed door for what felt like an eternity it finally flew open and she moved to get out of the car.

It was ironic that the safety belt, which had saved her from flying through the front windscreen moments before now held her prisoner in the car. Her hands fumbled with the catch and she pressed the button over and over again in her panic, breaking her nails as she tried to free up the jammed seatbelt.

The bomb had been designed to explode when the car was stationary. It was merely a warning. It was merely going to be the first of many that would be planted around the Bay. It’s was Roo’s bad luck that the bomb malfunctioned. Within seconds of the car crashing enough chemicals mixed in the bomb to detonate it and a huge fireball encased the vehicle taking the life of the occupant.

Roo Stewart was having a very bad day indeed, her last.

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Great chapter.

I loved that!

Blowing up Roo was very unexpected, but amazing! I was certain she was going to get out of there in one piece...

Loved it. Just amazing.

Can't wait to see what happens next.

Please update soon :)

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