Bill Nye the Russian Spy

Chapter 2

Bill wakes up to the smell of sulfur and smoke. The air boils, and heat rises from the ground. He gets onto his knees, only to see his house burning down, covered in crackling fire. He stands up and looks at his flaming, fiery house, and feels the slight blow of wind, before realizing that the roof to his house is gone, and he is standing in burned chairs, pictures of lemons, and household items covered in shingles. An ashen silt covers the ground and the charred remains that weren't on fire.  As he feels the searing heat rise from the ground, he looks toward the titanium door, which happens to still be standing when it was pushed forward. A group of men is standing there, with a bazooka by their feet. They start to walk forward around the fire, towards Bill.

"Mr. Nye!" says the man in front, with a strong accent. "I'd wished we wouldn't have to meet like this, but, as my matushka always told me, life is like a box of chocolates. You don't know which one is poisoned until you take the bite." He gets a smug look on his face, as he obviously had just made a very good American analogy. "At first, I thought you were actually trying. But then I saw your new T.V. show aired, and you gave yourself away." He steps over a wooden beam.

"I never should have joined you!" Bill shouts. "I didn't realize what you were doing behind the scenes!" The man in front smiles.

"You were the Einstein of our group. We could have worked together! We still can." Bill is silent for a moment, so the only sounds were of the men breathing and the crackling fire.                           "I didn't know what I was doing. I was young."  

The man in the hat walks closer, leaving only a few yards between them. "Any last words, Bill?" Bill gives a cheeky grin.

"You're one Ugly Fuggler." Bill reaches for a shining metal piece under the shingles. Bill pulls a large taser shaped gun from the ground. The men in trench coats give him a strange look.

He pulls the trigger, and a giant ball of energy shoots out of the end. Most of the men jump out of the way, but a few unlucky ones get hit and fly backwards.

Bill's pants catch fire, and he has to pat it out. As he pats it out, he spots the remote for the bombs, and he quickly snatches it from the rubble. As he bends back up, he hears a swish of a dart behind his ear. He grabs his neck, then falls over, once again, unconscious, but not before he presses the big red button.