Coming Back

Chapter 2 - Then They Came

I can't get him out of my mind. And as cleache as that sounds, its true. I was laying in bed at noon on Saturday when there was a knock at the door followed by "Ms. Gairden. Open the door now." Who the hell was at the door at this hour? Ya, I know its noon.

I clambered out of bed and slipped on my slippers and bathrobe, sneaking my hand gun into the back of my terrible outfit. Another knock at the door, they got harder the more the stranger was forced to do. I looked through the peekhole in my door to see an official looking man looking back at me though the peekhole. I can see that the buldge under his coat signifies a gun, and that he isn't part of our government employees from the thick Russian accent that coats his voice.

Shit. I can't call our police, from the looks of him he's a trained assassin. I know I only have a matter of seconds before he breaks down the door and kills me. I back up and run for my room. I lock the door behind me and retrieve my suitcase out from under my bed. Its filled with all different types of hand guns. I pick my two best and head into my bathroom the extra ammo banging together in my pocket. Shits about to get real.

When I hear him break into the apartment, I know there is more than one of them. Approximately three of them are wandering my apartment looking for me. Then there is shouting and the sound of gun fire. Everything is silent for a couple moments, then there is a knock at the door. "Brook, its me. Come out and I'll get you out of here." Zack. Thank the gods. I open the door and collapse into his arms.

.Thank god for boys.