Short Story: Running Into The Unknown

My feet crashed through a puddle, spraying the water around my feet. I kept running forward, not looking back. I tried to take deep breaths when I could just to keep me moving forward, but it wasn’t helping as much as I’d hoped. The sound of electricity being charged up roared in my ears. I managed to dive to the side by a wall as the shot of electricity whizzed past where I had been standing. I stumbled to my feet and ran the new direction in front of me. I could hear feet getting closer to me, but I couldn’t look back. The entrance to an old train subway was ahead of me.

Taking one quick glance behind me, I saw they weren’t nearby yet. I pegged it down the flight of stairs into the subway. I hid away from the staircase, not hearing a thing. Taking a deep breath, I stepped down onto the tracks. I kept walking through the tunnel until I found another staircase protected by two guys that looked like they were bouncers or something. I climbed onto the platform and walked towards them.

‘You’re not permitted here. Get lost.’ The guy on the left snarled.

‘What’s up there anyway? Golden toilet?’ I raised an eyebrow.

‘Let him know we’ve got a bitch at the door.’ The guy on the left looked to his colleague.

‘You have a name?’ The guy on the right asked.

‘Carlie.’ I was wary.

The guy on the right went up the stairs they had been protecting. The guy left behind checked me out, but tried to hide his grin. The other guy returned, gesturing with his head for me to follow him up. I walked up the stairs and found myself in a dance floor space. Music was playing loud. The guy from the door led me through the space, parting the crowds to get me towards a throne. It was a golden thing. I was waiting for the fur seat to lift up and be a golden toilet. A guy was slouched over the throne. The guy clocked me and held a hand up. The music screeched to a halt and stopped, allowing silence to blanket over the entire room.

‘Who the hell is this?’ The guy on the throne scowled at me.

The guy from the door stepped back, leaving me unprotected. The guy from the throne got up from his seat and stood in front of the throne. He had a fur train like the royalty of the old times used to wear on coronation. He also had a crown on his head, but it was tilted so it sat at an angle on his head.

‘Name.’ The crowned dude demanded.

‘Carlie London.’ I nearly spat at him.

The whole room froze and stared at me. The crowned dude looked petrified. Like a Mexican wave, they all started kneeling around me.

‘Your Majesty.’ The crowned dude bowed his head, making the crown roll off his head.

The crown rolled across the floor and tapped my feet as it stopped. I bent down and picked up the crown. I held it in my hand and placed it on my head. I walked through the crowds of people and stood by the throne. I could see they were terrified of me, but I knew what was outside the subway system scared them more.

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Short Story: Going, going, gone

Drumming my fingers against the table started to get on Edward’s nerves. He glared at me, giving the hint I had to stop. I held my hands up in surrender.

‘Are you that bored?’ Edward raised an eyebrow.

‘We’re on an OBBO.’ I pointed out.

‘It’s not that bad.’

‘Yeah it is. It’s worse than getting babysat.’

‘Were we that bad?’

‘Harriet left me to play with a pot of chocolate. I got it everywhere.’

‘You just enjoyed playing with your food.’

‘I got your clothes. You had to throw out half of them.’

‘We had to do the same with a lot of yours. You kept growing out of them.’

‘I was a kid.’

‘That’s why I didn’t get mad.’

‘You are such an annoying brother.’

‘I do my best.’

‘They’re on the move.’

We both looked out the window and saw on the ground floor two hooded figures sauntering down the road.

‘Better call it in.’

‘To who? Base or home?’

‘Both. They’ll both want to know.’

Edward pulled out his phone and dashed out the door. I grabbed the camera from the table and took images of the two figures leaving down the street. I caught sight of Edward on the street, running after the two figures. Edward drew his gun. IĀ froze, seeing the figures turn to face him. I took a picture of the figures, hoping to get their faces. The gun went off and I ran out the door. I flew down the stairs at speed and pegged it out the building. I ran down the street and found it was completely empty. No one was nearby. I looked both ways and saw nothing. Edward was gone.