I opened my eyes opened to darkness, my body aching all over, and I let out a
moan. Just as I did so, I heard a few voices, and then someone pulled the black
bag off of my head. I looked around, adjusting to the bright light of the sun,
and I found myself tied up to my brother back to back on the ground. We were in
some sort of abandoned house, though it wasn't abandoned completley, it was
inhabited by my brother, me, and of coarse, our captives. A tall man in a black
vest walked out of another room, and sat down on a chair that he pulled up in
front of me. He sighed, and I detected a bit of unrest and suspicion in the
guy. "You have been looking for things that weren't meant to be found
Mr.Talon." The man said angrily. "I'm afraid I can't let you do this any longer."
I knew what he meant. I felt around with my bound hands behind my back for any
sharp rock, or peice of glass, but to no avail. I was done for.
The man was handed a sidearm that I couldn't recognize, and a magazine for it.
He loaded the mag into the gun and cocked it, aiming at my head. My blood turned
cold as this happened, not hearing anything but the slight breeze through the
It all happened so quickly. My brother had been faking unconciousness this entire
time, and he picked us up by kicking with his legs into the ground, sending us
upwards, in which I quickly understood what he was doing and stood up while still
going up, so we wouldnt fall back down, and I kicked the gun out of the man's
hands just as the shot fired, and my brother did the same to a threatening guard
with his weapon drawn. We sidestepped into a window, and I got a peice of the
broken glass. I began cutting rapidly, ignoring the blood oozing from my hand
from the sharp edges, and I managed to cut us free. The front door had a wood bar
on it, nailed onto the frame, so it wan't worth mentioning as a possible escape
route. I staggered over to the tall man, who was standing up, and I lunged toward
his pistol, grasping it before he got near. I turned on him, gun in hand, walking
toward the door he had come out of earlier and where my brother was heading into.
I closed the door behind us and turned the lock on the handle. But someone was
already trying to kick it down. We ran through a few more doors and ran into
another guard that had a black trench coat, shades, and a fedora. He reached
for something in his trench coat, but before his hand reached the inside pocket,
I pulled the trigger.
And there he lay, dieing. I had never killed someone before, only knocked a few
people out in my line of work, but never killed them. It had a strange feeling,
one that I couldn't shake off until my brother my brother grabbed my hand and
pulled me through the exit the man had been guarding.
We must have looked like ghosts, because there was a woman standing outside, who
fainted just as we fell out of the door. We staggered down the street, looking
for a safe place to hide, knowing our captors will be chasing after us.
We ducked under a low hanging sign and walked into a pharmacy of some sort.
It looked like a Walgreens but I couldn't be sure. I tried to cover up my
bleeding hand, as we bought some bandages with the money we had in our pockets.
I led my brother out the front door, and around to the back of the building.
He put the bandages on my hand after removing some glass peices still in the
wound and tied it up with a bit of ripped fabric from his jacket. He sighed.
"Just another day."
I mumbled something in agreement, like duh huh, or whu dom. I don't know which
but it seemed that my brother understood.
- Title: Sample
- Artist: TheDreadPyrateRoberts
- Description: This is a sample page from a book I'm writing, tell me what you think!
- Date: 05/12/2012
- Tags: sample