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Circles In The Darkness
I popped up off the floor. Strange, this isn't my bedroom. In my pocket is a small device; it has a trigger on it. I put it in my pocket. I'll figure out what it does later. The darkness pressed in around me.
A ringing started right behind me. I turned, to find a small cell phone behind me. I reluctantly pick it up. Before I can hit the answer button, the call starts.
"Lo. How ya doing in your li'l cell man."
"Uh..." I ask, "who is this?"
"Your roommate for the next five minutes."
"I have five minutes?" I say,"to do what?"
"To see."
The lights boomed on, and the small grey box I was in was covered in blood. And in the corner were three small packages. C4 no doubt. Up on all four walls were timers counting down from five minutes.
"Five minutes friend."
I pulled out the small thing with the trigger. It was probably used to detonate the C4.
"Tsk tsk, cheater. I thought of that, it'll detonate more than the C4."
I finally felt it, a chilled thing on my back. I tore my shirt off and felt my back. A small metal object was there. Another explosive. This guy wants me dead.
"Whatcha doin'? Ya got three minutes."
I wasn't watching the time. It seemed that it was going by too quickly. I only had two minutes until, something. Probably death
"Yes the bomb, focus on the bomb. It'll be the last thing you focus on."
One minute. It slowly ticked down. I picked up the detonator. Might as well. I clicked it. Nothing. Clicked it again. Nothing. The man's shrill laugh could be heard through the whole box.
"Again? You killing yourself wouldn't be any fun!"
Thirty seconds.
I smacked the metal object on my back into the wall again and again.
Twenty seconds.
I grabbed it and pulled it hard. It popped of. I flung it towards the wall.
Ten seconds.
I pulled out the detonator and clicked it. Nothing.
"Times up! Now the fun begins!"
The lights vanished. But I was focused on something else. The red eyes staring at me. The last thing I saw was them flash forward and excruciating pain.
I popped up off the floor. It was too dark to see anything
Strange, this wasn't my room.
In my pocket is a small device.
A cellphone rang behind me.
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