He sat still for a while, feeling completely numb, his brain didn't work. He had to shed this Power Freeze, he had to do something. As if the ice shell around his brain melted in a second, he got up of his chair, and bolted out the door. He couldn't breathe, the fear was taking over, and he stormed down the stairs, all 30 stories. He ran to the door and came outside and stopped.
He stood still as if disoriented and slowly taking in the air, filling his lungs. He realized that he was on his own, anger came over him. Why didn't they come after him? Why did they have to take it out on his family? Who would do this? Who? As the anger settled in, he calmed down, and his brain started spitting out the right commands. He could do it, he was trained for this.
But he knew he needed help, and at this moment he could trust no one. He began walking towards his car. But he decided that it wasn't safe. He hailed a cab, and decided to go to a safe place, where he could regroup and come up with the next necessary step.
He disappeared in traffic; they didn't have time to react when he jumped the cab. He was now on the loose, no telling what he would do. But they had his family...
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Comments: 8
Excellent direct thrilling prose ride, Mona. And in your second--or is it--fourth tongue, after, Danish, Swedish and Norwegian?
John, for always of giving a real review. You have a very special way with words!
My namesister, for always being my friend
Too Jessie, I didn't mean to, really!!! ;O))))) I think...