For The Greater Good

Dionysus:2

Pain spread across his face, ripping him out of his peaceful slumber. His eyes struck open, as he felt the weight lessen on his chest, small footsteps sounding in his ear. He shot up, and the room began to spin around him. He stood in the middle of the room, waiting for the room to stand still. Finally when his vision cleared, he spun his head, staring down the mirrored hallway to catch a quick glimpse of his attacker, before they disappeared down the stare well, the security door slamming behind them.

Before he could even think his feet had already started moving, pacing down the dim hallway, cursing under his breath.  “If I catch you, I swear on my life I will cut your throat from your neck and smear your blood over the whole of New York” he reached the entry to the stare well and tugged on the handle, yet it would not budge “Damn this rubbish” he muttered, “Crappy security system.” He continued to curse and threaten under his breath as he made his way to the inoperative elevator.

He scratched at the steel door with his nail-less fingers, unable to pry it open. He swore bitterly under his breath and fled to the study, returning with a wickedly shaped tool that seemed like a cross between a hook and a saw, it was a deep shade of crimson. He made his way back to the stair well door, and peered through the small glass window that sat at eye level.  Pausing for a second, and then, with a single blow, shattering the door to oblivion.

Hastily, He made his way through the dust that had risen, leaving the crimson instrument at the door. The steel stairs hummed and creaked beneath his feet, as he made his way carelessly down them, every now and then he leaned over the side in hope of catching a view of his attacker, but thus it was too dark.

In mere minutes he had reached the bottom of the staircase, but his attacker was nowhere to be seen. Many would have assumed his attacker had simply left, but he knew better. Nearly every door in the tower required a security card to open, the only exclusions were the few bathrooms located on the floor of the penthouse, which, once more, you needed a security card to enter.

Fear welled up in his stomach, as he very slowly turned to face the fire closet behind him. It was the only possibility, besides the power boards, which were too small to fit a human in. his hand began to shake as he moved eerily towards the closet, colour draining from his face, which now carried an expression of horror.

He grasped his hands around the silver handle, took a final deep breath and swung the door wide open.

What stood before him now was worse than what he had ever expected. He wished silently that it was the bandit he once had feared, the bandit who he could have so easily slayed. But now, he knew, it was never just some lawbreaker, for what sat in front of him, was what he had never expected. It was the hard truth, for now he knew, this was no faceless enemy, this was a soulless ally.