Sitting on the couch in my baseball gear I stared at the clock, he was late... again...
Suddenly there was loud bangs and clatters and I looked towards the doorway that led to the kitchen, grabbing my base ball bat and throwing it over my shoulder I walked towards the kitchen where I found some old guy with a stick that lit up in his hand.
When he turned around, our eyes met I instantly held the baseball bat tighter and swung it at him, hitting him over the head from my short height he hit the ground and I stared at the old guy blankly for a moment before I dragged him over to the table and duct taped his two hands to different legs of the table.
I then grabbed the stick he had been holding and sat far away from him as I stared at the man, how'd he get in here?
This place was practically on lock down... and then, the waiting game started as I waited for the old guy to wake up.
