SECOND WIND
a serial fiction adventure
by Michael Beazel
Number One
There is a loud bang and a flash of light! I feel the ground rush up to hit my body. I take a
few moments to gather my wits and sit up. Where am I? What’s this in my hand? It’s heavy…
metal and plastic. It’s a gun! Why do I have a gun? It’s a Walther P99. How do I know that?
I look around. I’m in an office. A nice office. A really nice office. Large wooden doors. Large
wooden desk. Large glass windows.
I struggle to my feet. Man, my head hurts. I hold my temple and scan the room. There are
four men in black suits lying around with pistols near their unconscious forms. Did I do this?
Another man lays face down on the big mahogany desk. Blood stains his white shirt. Did I do
that?
I hear footsteps on the other side of the thick wooden double doors. They’re getting closer.
I better make my move and do it now! The big window. Maybe a way out that way. I rush over
to it and look out at the nearby buildings… then down at the street about seven floors below!
Agh! That’s not going to work.
Aw man, got to do something now! I drop to the floor as the door flings open with a bang!
Out of the corner of my eye I see two well-dressed men in expensive suits rush in. Each has
an MP-5 assault rifle.
“Austen! Check the Director!” says the taller of the two as he rushes to check the men on
the floor.
“These guys are ok. Just KO’ed”.
Austen moves to the man slumped over the desk. “Director’s dead, Wendell”
“Are you kidding me!?”, says Wendell.
“Do you really think I would kid about that?” he replies.
I see my chance – jump to my feet and slip out the door. Behind me I head Wendell say,
“Really? You just walked over him?” Then I hear them cock their rifles and give chase.
I barely round a corner when the bullets tear up the floor and walls behind me. My pursuers
yell at me to stop! Yeah, I’m going to stop for two guys shooting at me! I check a few doors as
I pass. Locked! The hallway ends in an elevator. I’m down to one way out. I press the stupid
button and wait as the elevator descends from higher floors. Wendell and Austen have
rounded the corner and are slowly approaching with their rifles poised at me.
“What part of stop do you not understand?” says Wendell.
“You think you can outrun a bullet?” interjects Austen.
“What?” I reply.
“Shut up, Austen,” adds Wendell.
“I’m just saying… you know. No one can run faster than a bullet.”
The door dings. There is an awkward pause. I step into the elevator, slide for cover and
frantically press the close button as Wendell and Austen take aim. I close my eyes as bullets
rain on the back wall of the elevator! Finally, the doors slide closed and I descend into the
unknown.
To be continued...
copyright 2010
a serial fiction adventure
by Michael Beazel
Number One
There is a loud bang and a flash of light! I feel the ground rush up to hit my body. I take a
few moments to gather my wits and sit up. Where am I? What’s this in my hand? It’s heavy…
metal and plastic. It’s a gun! Why do I have a gun? It’s a Walther P99. How do I know that?
I look around. I’m in an office. A nice office. A really nice office. Large wooden doors. Large
wooden desk. Large glass windows.
I struggle to my feet. Man, my head hurts. I hold my temple and scan the room. There are
four men in black suits lying around with pistols near their unconscious forms. Did I do this?
Another man lays face down on the big mahogany desk. Blood stains his white shirt. Did I do
that?
I hear footsteps on the other side of the thick wooden double doors. They’re getting closer.
I better make my move and do it now! The big window. Maybe a way out that way. I rush over
to it and look out at the nearby buildings… then down at the street about seven floors below!
Agh! That’s not going to work.
Aw man, got to do something now! I drop to the floor as the door flings open with a bang!
Out of the corner of my eye I see two well-dressed men in expensive suits rush in. Each has
an MP-5 assault rifle.
“Austen! Check the Director!” says the taller of the two as he rushes to check the men on
the floor.
“These guys are ok. Just KO’ed”.
Austen moves to the man slumped over the desk. “Director’s dead, Wendell”
“Are you kidding me!?”, says Wendell.
“Do you really think I would kid about that?” he replies.
I see my chance – jump to my feet and slip out the door. Behind me I head Wendell say,
“Really? You just walked over him?” Then I hear them cock their rifles and give chase.
I barely round a corner when the bullets tear up the floor and walls behind me. My pursuers
yell at me to stop! Yeah, I’m going to stop for two guys shooting at me! I check a few doors as
I pass. Locked! The hallway ends in an elevator. I’m down to one way out. I press the stupid
button and wait as the elevator descends from higher floors. Wendell and Austen have
rounded the corner and are slowly approaching with their rifles poised at me.
“What part of stop do you not understand?” says Wendell.
“You think you can outrun a bullet?” interjects Austen.
“What?” I reply.
“Shut up, Austen,” adds Wendell.
“I’m just saying… you know. No one can run faster than a bullet.”
The door dings. There is an awkward pause. I step into the elevator, slide for cover and
frantically press the close button as Wendell and Austen take aim. I close my eyes as bullets
rain on the back wall of the elevator! Finally, the doors slide closed and I descend into the
unknown.
To be continued...
copyright 2010
