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Preface
13 seconds left and here I find myself asking: Red or blue? Red or blue?
Scanning my eyes around the room I see them glare at me. Geesh, it’s not like I got them into this mess. They should be on their hands and knees for me coming back to save their ass’. Knowing the more hot-headed of the 4 of us, he’d probably try smashing the thing effectively killing them all. I could see it now, walking down the street to find the Hydra Corporation burning to ashes with quarantine tape around it. I would watch the useless firefighters failing to put out the blazing bio chemical flames and all the while I would be thinking: ‘I told them not to touch my bomb.’
I don’t have time for daydreams, though. I could hear my heart pound as I watch the red numbers on the timer count down. If I slip up, we’ll all be gone. If I pick the wrong wire, my own machine will kill me.
Red, blue, red, blue. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead, there was no way I was going to die like this. I was determined, but there’s always that faint glimmer of doubt. If the explosion wouldn’t kill me, the virus would. I could have laughed at the irony. I spent many sleepless nights making up the perfect air born killing virus, only to die from it.
A word suddenly appeared in my head. Karma. The sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as affecting their future fate. I’ve done more bad things than good, and all of them I’m proud of. Was dying the price I had to pay for my bad karma?
Adrenaline kicked in my system and my hands started shaking. The wire cutter in my hand became dangerously close to the blue wire. Was this the wire I was to cut? Or was it the red one?
Calm down Ada. I take a deep breath. You’re doing nothing but wasting time. Time you don’t have, by the way.
I have a fifty-fifty chance of living; and since I’m so close to the bomb, I should die quickly. A nice fast unpainful death. That’s better than I could hope for, if I some how manage to live through this. There’s plenty of people out there who would want me tortured to death, hell, two of them are in this room!
Heh. Dying by my own machine doesn’t seem so bad after all. Now, I’m not religious or anything, but I’m pretty sure that the God or Goddess that gave out bad karma would make me pay for it slowly. Very, very slowly.
I stop myself from laughing out loud. Using my great power of deduction, I see that I’m going to survive. But... just because I know it, doesn’t mean I still don’t have a big hurtle to jump over.
Only 3 seconds to go. Red, blue, red, blue. I never knew such common colors could cause anyone such misery. Ah forget it. I have nothing to lose, anyway. But just in case... If there’s anything you should learn from me, it’s this: being a “bad guy” is as fun as it looks, and playing hero is just trouble for you. So ask yourself.. Would you rather have fun... or trouble?
I smirk as I stop breathing. It’s now or never. Snip.