Monday, September 04, 2006

Blog Horror, Part 4

The knife bit through the last of the rope, and I crumbled to the floor, my feet still tied to the hook on the wall.

I cried out in pain as my legs bent in ways that i'm certain they aren't supposed to, but at least I was free. I had carefully sawed through the rope tying my hands together by holding the knife in my mouth. I then had tried to untie my feet, but I couldn't reach them. I instead was forced to untie my arms first, and that's when I had fallen.

Twisting round as best I could, I cut the rope that bound my feet to the wall. Standing up experimentally, I discovered that, although they were aching, they weren't severely damaged.

Alice smiled. "Great. Now untie me."

As I began working on the ropes on her hands, I asked her if she knew what was going on.

"No idea," she replied, watching the knife saw back and forth, "I got a call this morning that John-"

"The ex?"

"Yeah. It was from a guy that said my sister had been killed, and I was to meet him at the corner of 4th and Maple."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"I was afraid she might be involved. Someone tried to kill you last night, George. I don't think this is just my apartment being robbed. I think this could be something bigger."

I smiled grimly, "We're currently being held prisoner in what I don't doubt is a sort of criminal hideout. I'm starting to agree with you."

She continued. "I don't know what's going on with my sister, but when I got to the place, it was deserted. Three men burst out of the building behind me and injected me with a serum of some sort. I woke up here."

I finished cutting and she jumped down from the wall. Picking up my revolver, I remembered that today I had brought my shotgun.

I swore.

"What?" Alice asked, trying to open the door.

"I didn't bring pack my revolver today. They must have broken into my apartment to get it. It doesn't make sense. Why would they?"

"Beats me," Alice replied, "Did they leave you any ammunition?"

I looked in the gun. "A single bullet. That's odd. Well, I know how we're going to use it."

"How?" Alice asked, turning to look at me.

Pulling up my gun quickly, I sent the round blasting through the green door, next to the knob. It swung gently open.

"That's how." Pocketing the gun, I grabbed the knife and ran through the door. I was in a hallway with bleak cement walls similar to the one in my cell. When I came to the end, I heard shouting and running feet to my right. Without pausing, I continued sprinting to the left. This hallway was a dead-end, save one green door at the very end.

When I came to it, I yanked it open. Alice ran through as I slammed the door, locking it behind me.

We were, once again, in a pitch-black room.

"Hello, detective. How are you on such a fine evening as this?"

"Well I'm a bit ruffled, seeing as hundreds of goons are attempting to kill me."

"Always the comedian, our detective. And Alice, his unlikely romantic partner. When I thought of this scheme, I never envisioned you two as a couple, but it makes it that much more interesting."

He paused. The silence was so tense, I almost wished him to keep talking. I was following his voice, trying to seek him out in this dark.

"You must realize by now that you both have played into my hands this entire time. Even as we speak the police are coming, and they will arrest you both."

I was closer. I took out the knife, walking closer.

"And do you know what it will be for?"

I jumped, yelling. I felt my knife sink into a human body, and then warm blood on my hands.

"The murder of our friend Mr. Michaelson."

The lights came on.

A metal pole was imbedded in the concrete in front of me, behind it standing the masked man and two armed body guards. Tied to the pole was John himself, bound and gagged, looking terrified.

I looked down at my hand in horror, knowing exactly what I was going to see.

I had just killed John Michaelson.

8 comments:

Jeff said...

Not bad. One comment, though: why did he bother to attack...in the dark?! Idiot.

Abby said...

Are you making this up as you go along? It's quite good.

kellyh said...

omg, this rocks! publish it.

c ya at school tom.

Your Sister Rachel said...

ok. i set this as my home page so you better start talking about your life and not writing some story. or you could do both. i love you!!

Andrew said...

Me like. Definitely didn't see that one coming, I do have to agree w/ Jeff, though. Also, I would have kicked the door out and saved the bullet. But that's just me.

nerdjedi said...

Fabulous.

Keep writing.

Ali said...

grrr why is it that you can write so good and i CAN'T?!?!? at least i found my bus haha

angie said...

hee- tim said fabulous.