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Saturday morning, going to the office, you get in the elevator, press thirteen, normal day right? Drinking your coffee you stop at five, guy in a hoodie walks in, weird outfit, but hey, you won't judge.
"You're not supposed to be here."
What sort of sentence is that? Who says that to somebody?
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see."
Door opens on seven, he leaves. You feel woozy, probably your imagination. Next thing you know, you passed out, you wake up on the sidewalk. You're asking yourself how you got here, wait a minute, the sky isn't red, and what happened to the buildings? And the ground?
There he is again! Hoodie guy! You get up and yell at him, he starts to turn around.
But where the fuck did he go? You were staring at him, but its like you weren't in the first place, hes gone.
You feel the need to look down... at your legless torso...
You try to scream but a guzzling sort of sound comes up, you can feel your legs too, but they aren't there. You pass out and wake up with hoodie guy trying to wake you up, you ask him what happened, he smiles. That shit-eating sort of grin, like he just one-upped you.
"Getting off here?"
You're at eleven.
"Who are you, what did you do to me?!"
He gives you a quizzical look. Like you just asked him what year it is. You get off anyway. What a weirdo, and that was a crazy nightmare. You're met by a dude and Oh my god hes got a gun! You feel the bullet enter, it burns, like you just put your hand on a frying pan, hoodie guy looks at you from above, standing over you, gloating. You can feel his gaze burning through you. You die.
But what the hell? You're awake, and at some shithole apartment complex, theres a gun in your hand, Glock. Seventeen. Looks newly bought. You look up, hoodie guy? Hes dead, and by the smoke coming from your gun, you killed him, can't think right now because you're being thrown to the floor.
"You are arrested for the premeditated murder of off-duty Officer Jerry Morrigan, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law."
But all you can hear is his voice, that fuck's voice.
"Getting off here?"
"You're not supposed to be here."
What sort of sentence is that? Who says that to somebody?
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see."
Door opens on seven, he leaves. You feel woozy, probably your imagination. Next thing you know, you passed out, you wake up on the sidewalk. You're asking yourself how you got here, wait a minute, the sky isn't red, and what happened to the buildings? And the ground?
There he is again! Hoodie guy! You get up and yell at him, he starts to turn around.
But where the fuck did he go? You were staring at him, but its like you weren't in the first place, hes gone.
You feel the need to look down... at your legless torso...
You try to scream but a guzzling sort of sound comes up, you can feel your legs too, but they aren't there. You pass out and wake up with hoodie guy trying to wake you up, you ask him what happened, he smiles. That shit-eating sort of grin, like he just one-upped you.
"Getting off here?"
You're at eleven.
"Who are you, what did you do to me?!"
He gives you a quizzical look. Like you just asked him what year it is. You get off anyway. What a weirdo, and that was a crazy nightmare. You're met by a dude and Oh my god hes got a gun! You feel the bullet enter, it burns, like you just put your hand on a frying pan, hoodie guy looks at you from above, standing over you, gloating. You can feel his gaze burning through you. You die.
But what the hell? You're awake, and at some shithole apartment complex, theres a gun in your hand, Glock. Seventeen. Looks newly bought. You look up, hoodie guy? Hes dead, and by the smoke coming from your gun, you killed him, can't think right now because you're being thrown to the floor.
"You are arrested for the premeditated murder of off-duty Officer Jerry Morrigan, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law."
But all you can hear is his voice, that fuck's voice.
"Getting off here?"
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