By: C.R. Diamond
The man landed on a pile of broken glass, but he was not dead. He got
to his feet as quickly as he could and ran as fast as his fat legs could
carry him. His five hundred dollar three piece suit made things difficult
for him, and the shards of broken glass penetrating his forearm didn't help
either. His chubby arms swung back and forth as he ran toward the steel
door that lead to the building's stairwell. In his left hand some paper
paperwork that made him an unpopular fellow, and in his right hand a scrap
of paper with a black spot on it. The man hit the steel door, and it swung
open. His fear mixed almost perfectly with his uncoordinated body causing
him to fall down the first set of steel grip stairs. He crashed into the
drywall on the turn leaving an imprint of sweat that resembled his face,
but it didn't stop him. He got to his feet, and staggered down the stairs.
His right hand now clenched to his chest feeling his increased heartbeat.
He fell against the steel door with a seven on it that lead to the company-
parking complex. Seven wasn't his lucky number he realized as his breathing
increased. In the distance across the cement floor of the parking complex
the man could see his brand new shiny green Rolls Royce. He could feel pain
in his left shoulder as he struggled to get himself across the cold cement
parking complex. He reached inside his suit and pulled out a bottle of
aspirin. He ripped the cap off and the remaining eight into his fat mouth.
He swallowed with his own sweat and saliva. The man threw himself up
against his car's door. He shoved his hands into his pocket, searching
feverishly for his car keys. He pulled out one key, and it fell from his
sweaty hand, and under the car. The man cursed as he got down on his knees
to search for the key. Black oil stained his coat sleeve as he felt around
underneath the car. When he found his key immediately he got to his feet.
He keyed up the area around the keyhole trying to insert the key. When he
did he like a flash he swung the door open, got in, and slammed the door
shut locking it. Inside the Rolls Royce the man found himself in the dark.
He put the key in the ignition and then heard a voice. "Thus ends the
tyrant." The man swung around. BANG!