Black dust standing – by Leigham Shardlow

Note : this is a test of this new writing style im just trying to see what review i get and i know the spelling and grammer is poor , this is because this is a rushed piece and i needed to get it finished as soon as possible

Monday -9:00 to 3:00

Tom

Time 9:40am

The walls were bare and the only sound was that of the beating rain on the double gazing.

Even though the place was clean dust still did not settle onto the bare floorboards.

There was a thumping from outside the pine front door. “It’s all right lads I’ve got it”

The pine door opened slowly because whoever opened it was carrying a large cardboard box. The person could no longer hold onto the box and dropped it half heartedly onto the floor making the dust swirl away from it.

The person was about five foot seven inches tall and roughly one foot six inches wide.

Even though the room was dull his short red hair shone brightly.

He turned round and called out the door “See you later I’ll pick up the rest tomorrow”

Then closing the door with his right hand he took a comb out of his pocket with the left.

He put the comb through his mattered mop of hair pulling out several knots.

He placed the comb back into the pocket and bent down to pick up the box.

He placed the box upon his knee and ripped open the seal. He held the contents and allowed the box to fall to the floor. In his hands now lay an old slightly chipped typewriter.

“We’ve been apart too long Tanya” he said, he then waltz with it around the room before laughing to himself and taking it into a room to the side.

The rain started to beat harder against the window and the clouds went darker making the room almost pitch black.

The man walked back into the room holding a torch “Bloody Battery’s” he exclaimed while hitting it on the side making a dull clunking noise. The torched flickered on and the beam of light lit up a corner of the room.

Out side thundered violently and a dog started to bark.

The thunder had made the man drop the torch as it hit the floor there was a splitting noise and the light went out. “Shit” he got to his knees and felt around for the torch he picked it up only to be startled by another thunderous crash and dropping it again. This time though there was a smash as the torch had split into a hundred pieces. The batteries rolled across the bare floor boards and fell down a knot hole in the wood “Double shit”

He turned to the window and checked his watch “what weather for nine fifty”. The sky lit up and then thundered again the wind sped up and the window began to rattle and shake. He took a step back towards the wall just in time the window broke through; glass spluttered in to the room and skidded cross the floor.

Suddenly a cloud broke apart from the others and light shone into the room. There was a brick on the floor .Tied to it was a piece of paper which read “welcome to the neighbour hood” He looked out side but no one was there.

The rain had started to come through the hole making the floor wet and darker.

There was a sudden rattling at the door he rushed to open it crushing glass and plastic underneath his size thirteen boots. He opened the door to revel an average sized woman with dark brown hair and pleasant facial features holding shopping bags.

“Is every thing all right” she said “oh just a broken window” he said “those damn kids again, Oh you’re the new guy, hi I’m gene from the flat down the hall.” she said

“Hi” he replied “I’m tom”

Stan

Time 10:00am

Stan charged at the iron bars again determined to break out of his cage.

He broke off short and clutched his shoulder “argg” he screamed before turning round and trying with his other shoulder. Every time he hit there was small clunk but every now and again the bar would move slightly.

He kept repeating in his head “Keep going Stan keeps going”

Finally the bar bent and buckled throwing Stan to the floor and jamming him between the bars “Shit, double shit, Triple bloody shit” he lifted his arm and one of his fingers was as bent and bulked as the bar.

Stan managed to free himself by shifting his weight from left to right.

He stood up and took a look at the prison cell he had escaped from. “Typical American welding” he scoffed.

He walked over to a fire alarm on the wall and set it off “that ought to make thing easier for myself”

The room he was standing in contained a desk, one door out and the cell from which he had escaped from. On the desk was a strange looking gun. He picked it up “Finally some good luck”

He checked the clip “or maybe not” it was empty.

He tried to open one of the draws of the desk but they where locked with sturdy electronic locks.

“Never mind” said Stan as he kicked each one with force. He than tried each one in turn to no avail.

“I see why you were captured so easily” came a voice from the door way.

Stan turned round to be confronted by a man in a thin suit he was wearing a hood over is head so his voice was muffled and his face was hidden.

“Who the hell are you” Barked Stan

“I am no one” said the stranger

“Well no one either moves or tells me how to leave the complex”

“I can do both, but not without motivation” Replied the Stranger

“Motivate this” Said Stan as he went to punch the Stranger

The Stranger effortlessly stepped to the side and tripped Stan.

Stan fell into the corridor and rolled to his feet.

“Dirty Trick” Said Stan

“Not as dirty as this” aid the stranger with an air of confidence in his voice.

The Stranger took a Dagger out of his pocket. The dagger was decorated with runes and brightly color'd gems

“Nice ornament” Said Stan

“Yes its nice and sharp now return to your cell”

Stan made a move to cell and lifted the gun which he had managed to keep hold of.

“Now Mr tight suits where the way out is” Said Stan

“Down the corridor and to your right”

“Thank you” Said Stan

Stan Turned around and the stranger saw his chance and threw the dagger at Stan which hit him in the leg , the dagger had made a thunk noise as it embedded its self in his leg. “You going to wish you didn’t do that “

Stan ripped the dagger out of his leg, with a “Jesus Christ” and a “hell Mary” he tore it out and with it came a chunk of flesh.

He then popped his shoulder back into place and lunged the dagger at the stranger.

The stranger grabbed his arm and they wrestled to the ground.

The Dagger was pointing at the hole in the stranger’s hood. The stranger had one hand on Stan’s throat and the other was holding Stan’s hand (which was holding the dagger). The dagger slowly turned around as the stranger increased his grip on Stan’s broken finger.

Stan tried to howl in pain but his voice was gargled because the stranger had his hand round his throat.

A quite beeping noise was the only other sound to be heard besides the gargling of Stan.

Stan’s other hand sharply rose and connected with air, the stranger had rolled off and got to his feet. “You’re a very lucky man I’ve run out of time to dilly dally but next time I will make sure to finish you off.” He said as he rolled up sleeve and checked his watch.

The Stranger then ran off down the corridor before skidding and doing a running jump out of the window at the end.

Determined not to let him escape Stan jumped after him and out the window, only to realise he was on the bottom floor of the building. He hit the ground head first and skidded into a tree. He stood up slightly dazed and looked around. His head was bleeding and Stan was obliviously dizzy. He took one step and fell on the damp grass in a heap. He slowly crawled towards the tree. As he did so he brushed some of the blood out of his dirty black hair. Using it to steady himself he grabbed the tree and stood up. Looking around he could not see the Stranger anywhere.

All he saw was the light sky and the building surrounded by a thick forest.

The building was some sort of complex but seemed too small to contain anything fore boding. Stan reached up into the branches and broke one off. leaning on it awkwardly he limped into the forest, but not before looking back at the building and thinking that he had seen it some where else before.

Gene

Time 12:45 pm

Gene left the pavement and crossed over the freshly tarmaced workers had stopped building the road because of the was a faint smell of oil in the air from the jack hammer and the other strange devices they had been using before the weather ot the better of them.

Gene slipped on a puddle and fell onto one knee."fuck, just what i needed" . She stood up and took off one of her high heeled shoes. "damn heels now my feet are going to be soaked".she through her broken shoe in to the gutter. it fell with a dull splash.

The sky lit up overhead as forked lighting streaked from the sky as Gene ran in to the nearby bulding.

the hall was dimly lighted and the lift had a sign which read "out of order,if you cannot used the stairs than your screwed"

Gene sighed and climbed the dust encrusted stairs.

She walked past Toms door, there was a faint tapping coming from withen.

She looked to her flat,the door was wide open and the floor was wet from wet shoes. Gene stopped short she could hear her heart beat getting faster and louder in her chest. Gene quickly looked arund for some sort of weapon , there was looked back to the door the heart beats were getting loauder and the tapping became faster. The noise became deafening , her mouth opend to scream , but all of a sudden the tapping stopped.

She dared not look away from the door , her eyes were transfixed on the open door way.

There was a sudden gust of cold air from behind Gene , as tom opened his door .

"Gene what are you doing in the hall way" he said.

Gene glanced at Tom but as she did there was a rough sound of footsteps and a tall man wearing a black suit appeaerd at the open doorway. His black slicked back hair shone in the dim yelow light that hung over Genes door.

"you almost gave me a heart attack, call ahead next time"said Gene

"i'll see you later Gene " said tom as he walked down the stairs.

Gene followed the black haired man into the flat and she closed the door behind them. "i see he knows you" said the man

"i'm keeping my eye on him as you requested" said gene "im not here for that reason"he said in retort . He walked next to her and pressed his lips against hers , she pulled away and slapped his face. "you are a pig , get out and dont come here unless the B D S contact you to do so." He opened the door and slammed it shut behind him.

She sat at her desk in front of her pc which was on , there was an unread email in her inbox. She double clicked on it and it opened up.

She hummed as her pc loaded up, "slow piece of crap" there was a ding and it opened up.

The email read " You are being watched very closly , it seems odd for just a survalience mission, stay on your toes and keep out of trouble"

She smirked for she knew that this was much more than a mission it was an experiment and she expected a lot more un expected vistors before the day was out.

Stan

Time1:00 pm

Stan dropped from under the van , his fingers were bleeding from the strain of holding his own wieght onto the bottom of the exguast . His jacket was still coverd in splats of blood he laughed in his head, he was quite lucky considering what he had just escaped from.

The van drove off and he got slowly to his feet he started to jog off the barren road , but the van skidded to a halt and reversed . Stan had no time to react as the van slammed into him knocking him several feet into the air.

he landed in a heap, still concieus he gobbed a load of blood to his side.

The van had stopped and the cloads of dust that it had created had spread and coverd the whole van so it was now invisable.

Stan began to think of how stupid he was he should have waited for longer, it was oblivious the driver had seen him and knew who he was.

The vans driver door opened, stan heard the sound of a gun being loaded and cocked, "this was it" he thought.

then the door was shut with little effort , and the driver walked purposly slow towards stan.

Stan tried to talk but his jaw was broken , although he still gurgled in pain.

the steps got loader and the smell of petrol fumes began to choke stan, he didnt realise how close the van was.

A dust cload hit stan in the face and he looked up and the driver was standing above him his face was coverd with a black cloth bag.

Stan didnt want to know what was benieth the disguise , the very thought froze his mind he couldnt think. The Driver bent over stan and put his head to stans ear.

"report stan , report" wispeard the driver "stan , stan this is hq are you there"

Stan threw up was the stranger taunting him he could not tell.

he turned back to the driver but he had already stood back up.

The driver was wearing leather gloves and began to take them off, undernieth they were red black,charedd and started to bleed on to the mud track.

As the droplets hit the floor they steamed and evaporated as if they were boiling. the smoke that it gave off was black and dissapeard in to the setteling dust,

Stan closed his eyes and wished for the driver to go , he opened them but he still stood there facing stan his hands stilling dripping crimson vapour.

There was a sudden gust of wind that shook the cloth and broke the uneverving silence.

tears started to drip from benieth the black cloth mask that the stranger wore.

these froze in mid air and drifted away on the gusts that became more his hands rose to his head , stan tried to scream but his jaw craked and spliterd within his own mouth. blood ran beetween his teeth and ran down his chin.

the drivers hands now had rached the bag and he began to take it off. slowly purposly slowly and painfuly , it ripped offf as if it was stuck to his closed his eyes yet again.

he couldnt look upon his face , but the driver had bent over again and stan felt the bloody scarrd hands on his face , as they renched his eye lids open.

Stan looked into the drivers face and gurgled again.

the driver had no face its was black and seemed to move as though it were made of snakes , and all the time it screamed his name. "Stan!, Stan!,Stan!"

there was a gunshot and the driver fell to the floor stans heart was about to explode his face was streaked with blood and tears of fear. there was running from behind him and he was renched up to his feet.

he looked to see who it was, a woman stood there in combat gear holding a rifle, "your lucky i saw you he was about to slice open your throught. stan looked down on the driver he was dead he had a hole in his head and blood poured out of the back of it , but he had a face , his face was dirty and rough with scars .he had a hooked nose and was wearing an eyepatch.

his skin was a pale brown and a knife was still in his hand .Stan couldnt belive his eyes no more than seconds ago this man had been a monater an unholy visage. "thank you" said stan his jaw wasnt broken but why couldnt he talk before.

As the woman dragged him into the forest by the side of the track he began to doubt his sanity, then he looked at his hands.

They were red , bloody and were dripping blood on to the ground.

tom: time : 11:45 pm

Tom ran down the steps as fast as he could . The laboratory was huge and the stairs went on for miles it seemed.

tom's footsteps wern't the only ones on the stairs he was being chased and he knew it.

Tom tripped and fell falling down three flights of stairs .He landed in a door way and quickly picked himself up and ran again threw the door .

The white coat he used as a disguise trailed behind him as he turned the corner into a hall of offices . he ran to the end but found it to be a dead end.

"its hopeless" he said as he threw the coat to the empty white floor . "yes it is" came a vioce from the other end of the hallway. It belonged to a tall woman in a white coat , she had her hair up and was wearing glasses . Toms eyes moved to her hand , she was holding a stun gun . " come now don't make me use force "

she said.

"who are you" replied tom "well its nice to know the chips still working "she said with scorn in her voice "What chip , why am i here tell me!" shouted tom with fear

she took a step closer " calm down you where here for an operation when the anesthetic wore off , i here to help you" she took another step .

Toms eyes darted to hers and then down to the floor where she stood . "get back, ii'm warning you" said tom

There was a sudden rumble of footsteps which came from top of the staircase.

Tom picked up the coat and checked the pockets whilst the woman took several steps closer to him , she was so close she could grab the coat from his hand.

"come with me , i'm here to help"she said "No!" shouted tom as he pushed her back . as she fell the sounds of the footsteps grew loader .

He tried to run past but she grabbed his leg and he tripped "let go" he exclaimed . "it's for your own good " she said whilst struggeling with tom . tom kicked hard and hit her in the jaw she was knocked out cold.

He made a mad dash for the door but was confronted by security guards holding automatic machien guns . they were starteld to see him , and tom quickly ran back inside and grabbed the woman and the gun. "let me go or shes dead"

The lead security guard just shook his head and said something incomprehensible into his walkie talkie.

Tom stood there sweating , the tears ran down his face and soaked his t shirt .

the guards stood there wearing gas masks concieling thier faces and aking deep breathing noises.

All that could be heard was the rythmic breathing of the guards and the panting of tom.

tom took a step towards them and they raised there guns , no words parted thier masks but tom got the message they weher waiting for something or someone .

the woman began to regain concious ness . "shut up and stay quiet" barked tom as he raised the stun gun to her head "ughhh" she groaded

"my head" she said, tom 's sweat dripped onto the floor , "i said shut up" he said with a level on unsurity in his vioce

"what are yu doing " she said to the guards "shoot him Tom hit the woman and shee passed out again he made a break for the guards who opened fire.

Tom could only feel the burning as the bullets passed through him he didnt even notice that he had fell to the floor . blood trickeld undernieth him as someone else eneterd the room.

It was an old man in a whell chair .

"Hmmph " said the old man as he rubbed his hand through his white wispy hair. " take him to the infermary. kill her she is no longer important" he said as he left the room.

The room was filled with gun fire as tom blacked out , the last thing he saw was the gaurds dragging him away in a sea of blood and sweat.