Issue 2 A new light DONS

Editor Note A Change in the Power was made between the first story and this one. He no longer needs a 10th of a mile no He needs 10 feet. Sorry for the change but I had to get out of it someway.
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I love crates. OK, Maybe it's not love. But if this one keeps me alive much longer I plan to marry it. I kind of have a strong liking for walls as well especially the ones keeping me from getting shot from behind, but they are also not letting me get up and run for it. Guess you could say I have a love hate relationship with the walls.

Between me and the door there are two guards both have guns and I cant get up to a run in this room with out being shot. My only hopes are surrender or rescue or maybe the hand of god could come down and pull me from here and lay me down in a nice soft bed surrounded by ..... I'll stop there just encase my mom gets to read this.

"I surrender" I say and then realize I should have had some one tell me where I was going and what language they speak here. " Poly view you all Fron-say? Speakety Dutch, got a sense of humour?" I ask.

"Yes I do have a sense of humor" says a hollow sounding voice from the hall. " A very good sense of humor in fact. Its so good I will tell them to only shoot you if you stand up. So please crawl from behind the crate of explosives and lets us discuss what we will be doing with you."

The guy walking into the doorway is about as big as a Mac truck and covered from head to toe in red metal armor. And he has a bulls eye on his chest. Why I ask myself would anyone put a bulls eye on his chest? Did you know I was ADD? Is that a squirrel?

"Hey Iron man couldn't your mother buy you a real costume for Halloween?" My mouth is going t get me into some real trouble one day.

"I see I'm not he only one with a grave sense of humor. now if you would please crawl out here and save me having to rebuild this end of the building." replied my Unknightly friend.

So what could I do I crawled out from behind the crate. I was about to stand up when the guy reminded me he said they would shoot me if i stood up. You know its really intimidating to be the only guy on your hands and knees while everyone else is standing up. It kind of makes you feel your about 3 feet tall. No offense meant to people three feet tall of course, I just didn't like it.

"What can I do for you?" I asked. I was trying to get control of the situation and away. But it wasn't going to work. I'm sure he say through my plan because his next line was.

"You could die, but then you are going to any way just as soon as I find out who you are and what your doing here. Take him below and don't let him out of your site for a second." He then turned to exit he little room we were in and the two gun men grabbed my arms and pulled me up. They were holding me by my jacket, as we went out into the hallway. It wasn't a very long hall just 20 feet long, which happened to be just 10 feet longer then I need to get up to speed and away from here. They were each holding me by arm of a jacket. They weren't holding me just the jacket and that was their first and last mistake. Off came the jacket and i;m sprinting down the hall. All I need is 5 steps.

4 and my jacket is off and falling to the floor behind me. The guys weren't really all that bright of course I'm gong to make a break for it.

3 I hear the guys pulling their guns back up and on to my back, The walls and doors are starting to blur as I accelerate. This is the fun part I can still breath and my clothes are still on and I'm moving.

2 Almost up to speed the room is fuzzy and so are the clothes. Its great that my Ac-ten includes clothes in the little pieces of toilet he mails off so I'm not standing around nude all the time but man does it ever burn when the air friction causes the stuff to catch fire. I hear a explosion and there is a deep burning feeling in my back. but I only need ..

1 more step and everything is gone. The hall, the walls, everything is gone except the lights. Lots of little lights and the one big set. The 10 lights that make up the homing target. The Bright boys figured out I would need to find my way back and since the only thing I can see in the run fog is the parts of my mom toilet they made a ring out of 10 pieces. This ring is home. Its where I'm going and I hope they have something for the stitch in my back it burns like a ............

They often ask me what I think about while I'm running. Right now I'm thinking how much I want to stop and rest. Just a couple of more steps and I'm in the "landing bay".

Its not really a landing bay it's just our joke. Jason the Ac-ten is the guy that normally handles my missions. He figures out how to get the pieces to the place I need to go. I just go there.

I just hope hes waiting on me.
2 More steps , the pain is getting really bad now. I've only been running for a second or to but each step is taking forever and all I can do to make

1 the last step. Now I can rest.

0 "Jason you there? Man my side is just burning . Jason?" I look around the landing bay and Jason is coming. He has a phone and a first aid kit. That's good I'm a really tired and the room is spinning. Hope he has some pants for me I hate landing its so embarrassing. I feel the burning place in my back and my hand is wet. Way is my hand wet? " Jason something is wrong"

"I know man... Just sit down and let me take care of it. OK? Just sit...."

rooms spinning, pain, side, dark, arms catching me, holding me, pain ..................