Cold water splashed against my face, forcing me back into the present. I gasped for air, filling my lungs which meant I was still alive. I looked around me to find I was lying on my back, on the floor, in the hotel room Brian had brought me to. Detective Donovan was standing over me with an empty glass of water in her hand and no gun. If I stood a chance to save myself, the time was now. My leg swept out and connected with her ankles. She fell to the floor next to me with a surprised expression on her face. I shot to my feet and ran for the door. Her hand gripped my calf, her nails digging into my skin. Pain sliced through me, but I kicked and stomped madly as I endeavored to reach freedom. I must have connected since the raven haired woman …show more content…
Scrambling to my hands and knees, I tried to spot any mode of escape. A door to my left was the only option, and I crawled as fast as I could towards it. Reaching my hand up for the handle, I managed to stop screaming not wanting to give away my location. With a loud creak the door opened, and I tumbled in after it, quickly closing it behind. There was no lock on the door, but I sat there with my weight against it, preventing anyone from opening it. The back office had a computer and several monitors. I couldn't see an exit, but I could see the security camera footage displayed on the screens. Cameras were positioned at various locations throughout the hotel. One was streaming video from outside the main door, one on the lobby, and several others which didn't help me. Seeing the detective approach, the front counter with a gun in her hand and a less than pleased expression on her face, frightened me to the core. The phone on the desk provided no assistance as it was too far to reach. If I left my position, I would be too vulnerable. I could do nothing but watch the monitor in horror and wait for her to reach me. She stepped out of view, causing my pulse to …show more content…
Open the fucking door, before I shoot you,” she yelled. The pressure on the door loosened. Holding my position on the floor, I couldn't do anything but watch the monitor, and pray he would save me once again. Brian yelled something I was unable to decipher, and drew his pistol. A shot rang out in the silent lobby the instant he disappeared from view. A body thumped to the floor, followed by a deafening silence. The only sound was my labored breathing, and I forced myself to concentrate on each breath. Please let him be okay, I repeated like a mantra. This nightmare had to be over soon, but in that moment the only thing that mattered to me was Brian’s safety. If it was his body crumpled on the floor, wearing a bullet meant for me, I wasn't sure how I could live with myself. I pulled my knees to my chest, buried my face in my hands, and sobbed
There was a heavy rain outside, but other than that, the room was silent. George stared at the bunk where Lennie slept, unable to sleep. He was filled with hatred of the world that forced him to kill his own friend. As the night dragged on his hatred shifted to Curley’s wife, then Curley. “If Curley hadn’t let his tramp wife go around and cause trouble Lennie would still be here” George thought. Just then, Lennie appeared in front of him with a look of deep sadness and pain. Seeing Lennie’s pain and suffering, sent him over the edge. “That god damn Curley!” George thought, grabbing Carlson’s gun while he slept. “This is all his fault!” he thought, consumed by rage. He shuffled over to where Curley slept and pulled out the gun. George aimed the gun at Curley and pulled the trigger. An instant later he is horrified by what he has done. A couple seconds pass and Slim comes into the
I slowly walked not looking back. I didn’t care where I ended up and I gave up on owning a ranch. There’s no point. The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was and I opened my eyes in disbelief. I reached the spot where Lennie almost drowned if I didn’t save him from this river. It’s still the same as we left it, same rock, same sound as the water moves, and same smell. I sat in the nearest rock and gazed on the water. I slowly pushed forward memories beginning to fill my head. The memory where I confessed to Slim
I climb out through the window of my dormitory and step out into the dark peaceful atmosphere. It will be challenging escaping since there are cameras placed mostly in every corner of each building. Keeping my head up I head south towards the store and away from the dormitory buildings located at the far North close to the electrical field fence that separates us from the normal world. The only way out is through the store’s main gate that lets customers in. As I approach the store’s headquarter, were the leaders and officials are located, my heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster every second. I was really doing it. I am really going to escape this maleficent place. I quickly speed up my pace in order to not be seen by the cameras. I turn around a flashlight flashes a few meters away from. I run as fast as I can. My legs aren’t used to this physical work; they’re giving up. The light approaches faster and faster. Then, I feel the touch of someone's hands tackling me down to the floor. It all ends here and I know it for a fact. My mind goes unconscious as an officer carries me back to headquarters. I was fool a to think that I could actually leave this place. No one will ever know the what really goes on inside our
He was reluctant to do so but knowing he might get out he listened. As soon as he covered his face the door blew of the hinges and broke the window throwing glass everywhere. When he uncovered his eyes he saw nothing but smoke, after it cleared he could clearly see written on the wall outside "welcome to The Game". He thought this was all a nightmare trying to wake up he only ended up hurting himself from all of the pinches. After working his way through the hallways following the arrows, he got to the front door. He knew it would be locked but tried anyway and to his surprise it moved, but only an inch or so. Chained from the other side the door wouldn't come
As I regained my consciousness, my face was throbbing with pain and my nose was bleeding. I tried to clean the blood off my face, but realized my hands and legs were tied up. I sat upright and looked around me. My house was a mess; everything was either broken, or gone. . . . I had been robbed.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
Jimmy threw the door open with all of his strength and right as they were about to run, they looked down and to their fear saw Thomas’s decapitated head sitting on their welcome mat staining it with blood so badly that it was no longer recognizable as a welcome mat. With a thick dark red blood flowing out of the head and standing on the sliced spine the head started to tip over and fall. His eyes were still wide open and had a dropped jaw with blood slowly flowing down it like a waterfall. The face looked cold and lifeless as it sat there in the pool of blood. Allison screeched and slammed the door shut.
Tanya clenched her gun in her hand, full with hatred and rage. She was strong and clever. She could do this. But not even a strong, clever person was prepared for what Georgina had in store today. The moon was full, making Tanya feel more violent and wild. As Tanya stepped outside and Georgina came closer, she could see the bold glint in Georgina’s eyes. "My job is to apprehend criminals and lunatics, as well as sadists." Georgina bellowed, in a firm tone. “I am here to apprehend YOU!” With all her strength, Georgina shoved Tanya. Tanya took the blow straight to stomach. She was blinded with pain but was determined to let nothing stop her. Tanya looked back at Georgina, feeling even more wild and violent as she fingered the gun. "Georgina, put your hands up or I'll shoot," she replied. They looked at each other with active feelings, like two big, boiling kettles of tea. Tanya had always loved tea, but not that type. Not Georgina. Tanya studied Georgina's charming smile and perfect teeth. Eventually, she took a deep breath and pulled the trigger Georgina looked afraid, her body falling to the ground with a loud thud. Tanya could actually hear Georgina's body shatter into
“AHHHHH!” , I hear echoing around the garage walls. My heart starts beating frantically as I turn around to see who just screamed bloody murder. In no time, I see the garage door closing in on little Nella’s five-year-old body. My forehead breaks out into perspiration and my brain floods with a million outcomes while I am hoping the only one that comes true is that she is safe.
Leaving the bodies for last we walked down the drive to take a look. Several rifles and shotguns were leaned carefully again the big oak. Two handguns and some knives were on the grass in front of them. Four people dangled from a branch of the tree close enough to each other to bump like a weird wind chime. A young couple and the other twice their age at a guess from the gray hair and styles of dress. They were probably parents and a married son or daughter with their spouse. Other than being hung there were no injuries apparent on any of the four. From the condition of the bodies they had been dead about a day.
The voice boomed through the garage followed by a deafening silence. “Shit” I scream out aloud thinking about what I have done. The red blood on the dull grey-tiled floor hits me in the eye where the little reflection of the overhead lamp can be seen. The only question on my mind: what will I do next?
There’s a knock at the door, after what seemed to be a lifetime, the nurse, who had left the room only moments before, enters. Her kind face, now seemed menacing. She approaches, slowly, gently grabbing my arm with the coldest hands known to man, or at least it seemed so. For she was about to commit the very act that haunts the world of every 5 year old, the shot.
“Come over here, Buddy We are going on an adventure!” Excited she ran after me. It was as if she could actually understand me. I took one final look into my hideout before I shut the door, for wherever I was going or headed, I surely wasn’t going to be returning. Even though I spent most of my time down there being afraid of dying, it was the only safe place I could go and I will miss that place. It had been my home for so long, and probably was where I would have been spending the rest of my short lived life if I hadn’t felt this sense of uneasiness. I sighed deeply, and began shutting the door. “Calm down, Buddy”, I muttered as he was barking at something. He had a tendency to bark at objects and things that actually never existed, so I didn’t think twice about it. However when I turned around, I laid my eyes on something, or rather yet someone.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.
Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...