Where The Bullet Lands

It's Just a Matter of Time

My eyes fluttered to life. I was in a dark room. I grabbed the knife from my pocket. I walked slowly towards the door. Candles dimly lit the room. I open it quickly. Will turned to look at me. Three men stared at me. Mark was still passed out, with luck dead.

"Can I talk to you?" Will gave me an annoyed look. I just nodded. He walked up to me and slowly took the knife from me.

"These people saved us, you attacked them. Do you remember that, huh, crazy?" Will sighed loudly.

"Yeah, how do you know that. They don't even speak English" I whispered angrily.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Will shakes his head.

"Hey, I believe we have met. I'm Matt" He tries to shake my hand. I grab the knife from Will and point it at him.

"Back up" I bark orders.

"Woah, I am here to help. You probably don't remember me. I was Annie's fake date to your execution" He smiles. He looks rich. "I actually came to find her, I heard she got kidnapped" He frowned.

"You didn't tell him" I look at Will. He only shrugs.

"Look, you aren't going to find her. Not without technology from one hundred years from now" I sheathe my knife and walk back into the room I was in.

"What's his problem" I can hear Matt whisper.

"He has his reasons" Will follows me. We don't exactly always get along, but he has been like a brother.

"Hey, you can't just treat our only chance of survival like shit" Will frowns.

"I don't trust him. And he has money. He'll buy some fancy device and get her out, and she'll marry him and become a millionare with fancy hats and stupid bullshit" I stare at the floor.

"I know he is competition, but think about what you and Annie have been through. Whenever I feel like you're in my way, I remember that I've known her longer by like a week" He jokes.

"I didn't know you were into her" I grin.

"Oh yeah man, since day one" He smiles.

"I thought you were gay" I chuckle.

"I am called the beauty, I have a lo-" He stops mid sentence. "Okay I see it now" He nods and laughs.

"Sorry man" I shake my head and laugh in disbelief.

"I really had a thing for that boat prostitute that eventually ended up betraying us" He grins.

"Hey, I am sorry if I just came in and messed up your relationship with Annie" I frown.

"Nah, it's my own damn fault, I looked at what the media told me or what you seemed. But you're a good guy. I give you my blessing" He rubs his jaw.

"Thanks, I hope it all goes well with your boat prostitute" I shouted as he left the room.

"You too, buddy" He turns and points at me. I take the knife out of my pocket. I walk to the walls and stared at them for a while before I start to carve into it. I didn't know what I was doing, it felt right, or the exact opposite. I stepped back and stared at my masterpiece. I shuddered. It was of someone reaching for the sky. I soon realized it was of someone trying to touch the surface of the ocean. I sat on the ground and stared at it. I couldn't draw that much less carve it. This was my second evidence that I was slowly going crazy. I felt a slight movement in my pocket. I reached in and felt something, I pulled it out quickly. It was a cigarette. The one Annie gave me. Instead of soaked like the rest of the contents in my pocket it was completely dry. I will save this until the day I am reunited with her. That, or it will be the cigarette I'll smoke seconds before my life ends. Either one, it's the ending of the beginning.