Mortal

Chapter Three

A light swung from the wet ceiling. My eyes were squinted, trying their best to adjust to the whiteness that filled the room. I heard voices, saw shadowed figures in the blurry distance. "We gotta hide the body somehow," one of them said. "Just dig a hole in the ground. Look, it's not even that solid." He stomps on the ground with his foot and it sends a painful echo squirming into my ears. I twitched in agony. "Hey, did he just move?" One of them asked. "You really are a special kind of stupid, Chris. You're at the point where even the dumbest of dumbasses'll tell you you're stupid." I groan as my drowsy self starts to realize what's going on. The man that wasn't Chris spoke in a surprised voice. "Holy shit he is alive." They started to run toward me, their feet thumping onto the ground. The only thing that was keeping me tied up was duct tape on a pipe on the ceiling. I pulled down and the tape snapped off the water pipe unbelievably easy. The group of guards were still sprinting toward me. One of them unholstered their pistol and aimed it at me. I ran to meet him in the far side of the room. My body jumped and spun, kicking the gun out of his hand with my feet. What the hell, I thought. The man swung at me with a fist in his right hand. I caught it and twisted his hand. The bones inside his flesh cracked and he screamed in pain. "Holy shit!" I saw him stagger back into a few other people who swung him on the back of the stampede. Another man found a broken pipe on the ground and flung it at me like a spear. I jumped horizontally and caught it, then threw it back at him. It penetrated his chest and he fell backwards. Everyone else ran toward me with their fists and they all got hits. I caught a fist, threw it away. Got hit with one, swung one back. I was out numbered. This is how I die. But then, out of the darkness of people surrounding me, there was an opening. I strained to get through. I got through the opening and was greeted with a horizontal pipe with a sharp edge. I managed to stop my self and turn around before I was hit with a solid punch to the face. The pole plunged into my abdomen and impaled me all the way through. The blackness of death, once again, consumed me.