Category: Action/Thriller Publisher: Self-published on Smashwords.com
ISBN-10: 1301750336
Type: Fiction
Pages: 13
Copyright: July 2012
ISBN-13: 9781301750337
A man wakes up in a strange place with no knowledge of how he got there or who he is when a mysterious woman enters the scene and his life. Armed with nothing but his own intuition and a mysterious package to guide him he must make a crucial decision that will change his world and that of his new acquaintance forever.
Excerpt
I hear the low hum of a florescent light fixture just before I blink open my eyes. I’m lying on my back. The room slowly comes into focus. I have no idea where I am. The room is sparsely furnished and the four concrete walls surrounding me are bare. I sit up. The room is a small square, the walls extending maybe ten feet in each direction. There are no windows except for a small one about eye level on the only door. The bed I am now sitting on consists of a twin mattress resting on an open bed spring stretched across a small white metal frame. I look at my clothes, a plain white cloth uniform; pull over shirt, pants with a draw string waist. I am bare foot.
I stand. To my surprise, I have to steady myself, but I am able to do it quickly. I feel a bit woozy, not quite myself, but I can walk. I do so, approaching the door, and peer out the small window. I check the steel door knob. It doesn’t budge. Where am I? What am I doing here? Why am I locked inside this tiny room? I search my memory to recall where I had recently been. I am only seeing vague images, nothing specific. Something is not right. Who am I?
The doorknob begins to turn from the outside. The door pushes open and a woman in a white lab coat quickly pushes her way through the door, closing it hurriedly behind her. She stands about five and a half feet tall. Her auburn hair is pulled tightly into a bun and she is wearing thick framed glasses which contrast starkly against her milky white complexion.
She is out of breath and appears more unnerved than I am. “We have to move quickly.”
Confused by my situation I reply. “What? Where are we going?”
“I can’t answer that now. You have to trust me.”
“Trust you? I don’t even know…”
“Shhh!” She raises her hand and touches my lips to silence me abruptly. “I think someone is coming.”
Her diminutive fingers remain pressed gently against my lips. They smell pleasant, from her perfume or hand lotion or body wash. She is not looking at me at the moment though. She listens intently to the sounds from the corridor just outside this room. She hears something and turns back toward me. I see panic in her eyes.
She silently pushes me back toward the bed. In my weakened condition she easily moves me back and down onto the bed. She pushes me down and lifts my legs onto the foot of the bed before she moves away, positioning herself against the far wall. We both stare at each other as the sound of footsteps draws near. The knob turns and the door swings open, obscuring the mysterious woman from my view. A woman dressed in nursing scrubs pushes a small cart into the room. She pauses, surprised to see that I am awake.
“Well, hello there sleepy head.”
The door slowly begins to swing closed. The auburn haired woman slides out from behind the door silently. My eyes react and draw the woman attendant’s attention behind her, but before she can react a hypodermic needle plunges into her neck and a hand is clamped tightly across her mouth before a scream can escape. Within seconds the terror in her eyes fades along with her lucidity. The woman in scrubs falls into a pile on the floor, slipping from the arms of the woman holding the empty syringe in the air as if she were as surprised by her actions as her victim.
She looks at me. “We have to go now.”
I am unsure what to think. “Why? Where am I? And who are you?”
“There’s no time for this, not right now, not here.”
I remain unconvinced. “I’m not going anywhere without an explanation.”
She looks at me and sighs. “If you stay here they will kill you.”
I stare into her eyes. I can gather a lot of information from someone’s eyes. Eyes will betray the soul who is lying. I don’t know my own name but I know this, and her eyes tell me that I am in danger. With a knowing nod I stumble to my feet.
She leads me out into the long corridor. There are dozens of doors identical to the one I was behind lining the hallway. We turn left at the first opportunity. The next corridor is behind two large doors. I can’t tell if I am in a medical facility or a prison. It shares common elements of both. We pause as the woman peers through the thick glass in one of the doors until she is satisfied. She swipes an id card across a scanner and a small green light illuminates, granting us passage. We continue down this hallway. It looks eerily identical to the one we just left, but near the end of it a third corridor leads off to the right, barricaded again by a pair of thick doors controlled by another access panel. We pass through these doors but we stop immediately at a gurney parked on the side of the hallway.
She speaks to me in a hushed tone. “Get up on this and lay down. This is how I get you out of here.”
I do as she asks and climb up on the gurney. Once I am lying flat on my back she pulls a sheet up over my body but pauses before covering my face. I look inquisitively into her eyes. She says nothing but her eyes tell me she is sorry as I feel a needle plunge into my neck, and a warm cocktail of drugs is forced into my body. I can smell it as it overtakes me, but only for a moment. The low light in the corridor fades to black.
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