Part 1

BAM!, it all started way too fast.  Without any warning, the reactor went off like a mega bomb. Workers got hurt, I wasn’t sure how bad it was, I didn’t care I knew what I needed to do: I needed to get out of there.  Since I was the one to cause the explosion.  As medics we tending to the injured, I ran into my office without being detected.  I grabbed my old torn suitcase, dropped it open on my desk, and started to fill it up.  I filled it with whatever I could find that seemed important, papers, keys, rope, a hat, sunglasses, a 6-inch dagger knife from my desk drawer, anything and everything.

WHAM!, There goes another explosion I thought to myself,  time to go.  I started to run out the way I had come in, which was a massive mistake, cops were there waiting; for me?  I didn’t know and I really didn’t want to find out, I made a break for it.  I ran the opposite way out a side door, sliding down the railing and hoping the steps.  I started running even faster towards my truck; as I got closer I noted about four cops standing around my truck.  I knew driving was out of the question; at least that truck.  I broke to the left and ran down a hill, I had my knife drawn in my right and was ready.  I checked my watch, quarter to seven.  My family should be expecting me home shortly.  I took a few seconds thinking about them, knowing I wouldn’t see them ever again.  My thought process was broken up by some gunshots. I peered around my right shoulder, looking up the side of the hill.  I got up still crouching and put the knife in my left hand as I took off.

It was starting to get late, my watch told me it was 7:10 pm, as I keep running, running towards town.  7:34 pm, I kept moving.  7:55 pm, almost there.  By 8:12 pm I had finally gotten to town.  I was slow, I thought I’d have been faster, I guess I didn’t account for the extra weight from the suitcase.  I started dragging with tiredness as the clock rounds 8:40 pm.  I know the wife and kids would be wondering where I am, they’ve probably have been calling the office for the last hour, I thought.  As I reached the top of a hill I notice a delivery truck probably a quarter of a mile away or so.

I make a break for it, running in the shadows on the sidewalk in the now deserted town.  As I ran, I wondered why a truck was out so late delivering, 9:05 pm, I didn’t care.  As I got closer I could see a rather short man, in a delivery uniform wheeling in boxes to a nearby house on the opposite side of the street, in fast right accost from where I was standing.  I didn’t know how many boxed he had left, but I knew what I was going to do.  I just needed to wait for the right moment.  I see the man come back out and go into the truck with the dolly, that when I heard him.  “That should be the last one for tonight, I have to deliver a few more before I can go home and enjoy what left of the night I have.”  It looked like the lady at the house thanked him, and was getting ready to pay him.  I had gotten caught up in watching I almost forgot what I was doing.  I heard the lady say: Do you take credit cards?” The man replayed “No, sorry.”  “Ok, I’ll be right back with cash” The man sauntered to the side of the truck, up near the passenger door as he waited for the lady.  That’s when I make my break; I check both sides of the street and walked ever so slowly over to the driver’s side of the bed.  The truck bed was still open, I did one more check, 9:37 pm, and climbed in the back of the truck.  I wandered over to the back where a few other boxes were.  It was dark and shadowy I was not getting seen.

“thirty for the boxes, fifteen for the delivery.”  I heard him say.

I hear her going through her pocketbook, looking for the money, “here it is” she says.

“thirty and fifteen that’s forty-five, here’s fifty, keep the change.”

“Five dollar tip, thanks.”

“Thanks for coming last minute and so late.”

“My pleasure.” He says and what sounds like him tipping his hat to her.  “Well, I’ll be off now. Almost forgot.” He grabbed the dolly and vigorously slid it in the truck bed, hitting the boxed I was behind.  He closed the back door and locked it. He opened the driver’s hand door, got in, and started it up. 9:52 pm, that’s when we finally drove out.  I knew at some point he should open the back door again.  If it was tonight, in a few minutes, or in the morning.  I tried to think if it was a Thursday or Friday, I couldn’t remember everything that had just happened.  I wanted to know If I was staying the weekend in the back of a delivery truck.  I didn’t know what to think.  I was starting to get cold,  I took my knife and ever-so-carefully cut into a box.  I opened it,  it was a braided rug.  Or at least it felt like one, it was completely dark in here. I wrapped it around myself and laid down using one of the boxes as a pillow.  I fell asleep almost instantly, at 10:16 pm.

Part later 

I look back as I’m running. I can see them rapidly approaching behind me.  I’m running on a rather open beach area, with a few occasional plan trees, I’m running towards the nearby town, that’s where I need to catch my next flight.  The two men are around a hundred feet away, as I’m getting more and more tired and struggling to find it in me to continue.  I look down just for a second, when I whipped my head back up, I saw a tree real close, I move in a falling away to the left as I almost clipped a tree, and fall over into the sandy ground.  I try to get up, knowing the men will be on top of me any minute, which I was right.  As I start pushing myself up, back to a running position, one of the men gives me the ‘push of his life’ as I send face-first back to the ground.  I moan in agony.  I quickly flip over to my back and sweep his leg out from under him.  As he falls back away from me I start to get back up again facing them, I draw my knife.  I can tell the other guy standing there couldn’t be angrier with what I’ve probably put them through.  

“I’m willing to do what I need, are you?” I yelled at the man standing.

In return, I received a rather grim look on his face that turned into a twisted smile, as he pulled out a taser.  I took a step back and got ready.   

The man shot the taser at me just as I moved out of the way.  I raced towards them, knife in hand.  

I slashed just below his hip; he fell to his knees. 

And that’s, where I had gotten, punched squire in the face.  The man who got knocked down was kneeling behind the one with the taser out of sight.  When I slid over to cut near the hip, as I started coming back up to standing I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the punch coming.  I got knocked back to the ground, I got up faster than ever and went to cut him in the face.  He blocked it with his forearm, and struck me in the ribs, and disarmed my knife to the ground behind himself.  At this point the man who taser me gave me a good ‘o kick to the back, crumpling myself to the ground.  I fell facing the man to take my knife right out from under me.  As I fall I think fast, and fall into a forward roll, knocking the man in fount with my legs.  I quickly look for the knife before the man’s friend comes back.  He gives me a right roundhouse to the head; I block it and punch him in the thigh.  I still have one of the men pinned down.  He comes back two punches to the head, I dodge, this time a left kick to the head.  I catch the kick and break his ankle, I then push him to the ground and either break or dislocate his knee.  I shift my stance to the other man.  The man gets up and pulls out a[police stick thing] I pull out the lost knife.  He makes the first move.  He swings the [stick] at my head violently, back and forth hoping to hit something.  On the way back I catch the backswing on the outside of his arm.  My left is on his forearm, my right is on his wrist with the knife, I make the cut.  He instantly loosened his grip dropping to his knees holding his right hand with his left.  I take my knife, dripping in blood, I give a slight smile “It’s not mine this time.”  I took the blade, chiburui there make it better. 

“You’ll have to try better next time. So sorry about your wrist and your legs, I did what I needed to, I’ll be going now.”   

The man started talking, I stopped 

“You can’t possibly think we are the only two on the job do you?”  If not us, more will be after you, it’s only time.”   

I resist giving him a swift kick in the face and start walking away.   I see a sign,  “village: 2miles” I was there before sunset.  

I started walking around before noticing people were giving us weird looks.   That’s when I noticed I was covered in blood, not completely covered, but more than I should be- which is none.  I jogged through the town looking for a place to stay.  I see a sign reading vacancy, I slowly open the door.  

I get to my room after only 10 minutes of getting there.

“Hi, I need a room for the night.”  

“We have many rooms available to choose from-“

“Any will do fine.”

“Very well.”  The owner says as he hands me the key, “Here you are, 237, down the hall to the left.”  He said in a matter-of-factly way.

I drag myself down the left hallway to the room.  I get to the door, I don’t see anyone around, just me.  I put the key in the door and turn it open.  I walk into a rather spacious place, a small dark green chair with a wooden hand table next to it.  A smaller than average bed up against the yellow-colored wall.  I noticed a small clothes rack and no bureau; next to the clothes rack was a door for the bathroom.  Nothing special, typical, basic, no TV, no electricity or it wasn’t working.  But they did have pluming so that was nice.  I went to the bathroom first to draw a bath, I took my clothes off and crawled in, into the rather colder than normal water.  But I didn’t care.  I laid there in the tub, with my head on the wall, eyes closed.  The blood from my wounds engulfed the tub making it turn a fiery red, but I didn’t care.

After at least an hour of that, I decided that was enough, I stood up and looked for a towel.  “White, white, they’re all white.”   I shrugged and grabbed one.  I patted myself dry, within an instant the white turned to red.   As I walked out I put my clothes on the rack and walked over to the bed.  I looked out the window, it was completely dark.  I lit a candle; using the candlelight, I decided to look at my map.  I found where I was and where I need to get to for the flight tomorrow.   “It still about five miles away,” I say aloud. I take a deep breath, blow the candle out and lie down on the bed to fall asleep               

Part towards end

I wake up to what sounds like gunshots, the sun is just rising.  It’s still hard to see in the room.  I light a candle and immediately blow it out after I overhear someone saying 

   “A man, did a man check into this room?”

“Lots of people, including men stay here, this is an Inn.”  I heard the owner say. 
“Out of my way.” Said what sounded like a woman’s voice.  “I will find him myself.”  

“You are not permitted to go in, without-“ 

The sound of another gunshot cut him off, for good.  

“Good,” The lady said, “let’s move.”

I grabbed my clothes and put them as quickly and as sightly as I could.  I grabbed the few things I had and leaped out the window.  I took off for the flight; I had five miles and only two hours.  

As I’m running away I hear a man yell out, 

“Ahhh, he’s not in here.” 

I cack a smile and keep running.

As I run I notice my clothes, especially my shirt is still blood-colored.  Less noticeable, but still quite noticeable.  I duck into a clothes shop.  I buy some of the first things I see.  Cargo brown shorts, and a Hawaiian yellow and pink, shirt, along with an oversized hat.  It was tacky, but I didn’t care. I paid the man, who looked almost apologetic with my choice of clothing.  I keep running.  I knew they were following me, But I didn’t know how close they were.  In the town I spend the night at, the central area was populated, people everywhere, easier to blend in, harder to move fast, more noticeable moving fast.  

I check my watch, 85 minutes left, less than two miles to go.  I hear more gunshots, they are loud, like the one that woke me up this morning.  They’re close.  I try to pick up the pace a little.  

“THERE,” I hear the man for before yell.

     I look back, “Holy crap too close, too close”

I make an all-out break for it, running as fast as I could amongst people.  Dodging and diving around people as I ran.  I check my watch, I had only 35 minutes before my plane left without me, and I still had about a mile  

“Don’t let him out of your sight!” The lady from before shouted out.  I just need to et out of this town and down the hill is the plane, not far, I kept telling myself.  I get to the hill and see the plane, people were finishing up boarding on the runway. I get down the hill and start running on the flat land.  I see a worker up near the plane.

“Hey, hold the plane, hold the plane.”  It was obvious he could hear me.  It was then I realized I was no longer surrounded by people but on a wide-open flat land.  Completely vulnerable from any potential gunshots.  

The plane is 500 feet away, with five left.  

“He’s there.” I here behind me

Soon I fear what I will hear next: gunshots.  I kept running.  I think I got shot or at least nick on the side of my arm, but I still didn’t care.  I looked up the work was moving the loading dock.  More gunshots behind me.  Two minutes, left, in plain sight.  The loading dock is now a few feet away from the plane, as I run up it and jump over the gap, into the plane, I take my seat as the plane takes off.  I never felt so relieved before.  People were giving me wired looks, not that I cared, I was safe even if it wasn’t going to be that long I know I was a free man for the next eight hours.   

3^rd Act to end

The plane lands eight hours later, in [place], I grab my bags and we all start walking off the pane in an orderly-fashion way.  We walked down the metal stairs that they slid up to the side of the plane.  There are a few people in front of myself until I hear-

   “There he is coming down that plane.” I hear the man from before shouting to his group.

The next thing I know I hear gunshots, and with just a few seconds I went to be first of the plane.  Dodging people to get around, sliding down the handrails to get down.  I kept running, weapons were in my bag and I didn’t have any time to try and get them out.  I could hear cars honking and see bright lights from buildings illuminating from the short distance, but I still didn’t know exactly how far.  As I’m running out of the airport terminal I see a golf cart, something they used for work delivering something, or getting to a place far away, I thought.  I made my way to the other side with the cart.  I hoped in the seat and hit the gas, nothing not even a little something.  

“No keys.” I said, “Where-”              

I had found them as quickly as I found the cart in the first place; they were in the cupholder.  Put the keys in started it up and stomped the gas-I was out of there.

I tour down the road faster than was expecting and got out on the main road that led into that close-by town.  I hear my gunshots and this time hear a woman say,

“He’s cleaver taking the cart, I bought we could catch him before he got away.  I was wrong.”  I hear, I was just out of ear-shot but what she said next should something like, 

“You two go back and get the car, we’re going after that man.  GO!”

My little golf cart was going rather fast for something this size, I knew a car would compete with it and id be in trouble once they got their car.  

I go past a sign that said

Next town 0.5KM, Take Next Right

 I didn’t know how far a kilometer was, but I had a feeling it was more than a mile.  

As the next right approaches, I turn the cart hard and take that turn on two wheels.  My speed increases and I plummet down a hill to the town.  As I’m going down the hill I can start to see houses and businesses.  I see a wide-open arena, like a park, and on the opposite side was a lot of cars and traffic.  I start to realize that I’m going to need to stop, and hit the breaks.  Doing this made the worse screeching sound I had ever heard, I knew I had just made some lengthy skid-marks and wondered how long they were.  I skid down and stop by hitting a potted plant, though not too badly, I didn’t get flung out the cart.  I get off the cart, hard-on my head, questing my decisions that were over in a flash.

“Hey, are you alright?” 

“Are you alright?”

I looked over to see an older man, looks in his mid-70s I thought, and he didn’t seem like a weak old man, as he walked over using a walking stick.   

“You okay.” He said as he got much close to me.

“Me?  Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine.”

The man looked uncertain with my response.

“Down the hill, Move it.”  I hear

I turn around to see them flying full-force down the hill in their car, faster than I could have hoped to be going.  

“Catch that man or else you’ll be sorry.”

“What’s going on? Do you need help?”  The older gentleman asked

“What, oh no I don’t think you want to help me, plus I’m all set, I can handle myself.”

I see the car nearly hit another potted plant right next to where I crashed my cart, they had dogged it and started losing control. I see the car crash into the side of a building absolutely quietly destroying the side of their car and maybe even the building.  I see them get out of their vehicles, ‘guns a blazing’ walking slowly towards me, I knew this must be the end, and I knew they thought the same as well.

Now there’s just a one of road separating us; and I noticed it wasn’t a heavy traffic kind of day.

“Quick follow me.”  The man then grabs my wrist and yanks me down the road.  

“Wahh.”

“What are you doing, I was fine.”  I say as he drags on.

“NO, you weren’t, that lady was going to have her goons shot you, and we don’t tolerate that nonsense here.”

“Well,” I thought about arguing my point, why they were after me, but decided to agent it and said, “Okay,” with a  smile.

Then the man brings me down an alley, it was a tight fit and had a pungent smell.  

“In here,” He said as he seemingly opens a door out of nothing.

“Go.” He gestures me in.  I notice he looks around, both sides slowly before joining me inside.    

I now could more clearly make out his figure and how he looked.  He had bolding white hair and a ratty-old jean jacket, I noticed he also wore brown pants with a brown belt.  

“Those people look like they want to hurt you.” He said as soon as he closes the door

“What gave it away them shoot?” I say.

He looked a little puzzled then said 

“Yeah!”

“I can help you, and I won’t let them harm you.”  The man said as he peers out the window curtain. 

“I thank you for your help, I truly do, but you don’t…” I thought of what I was going to say, “You don’t know what you’re up against.”  I say in a defeated manner.  

“Well maybe not, but I can still help,” I look up at him as he says, “ok take your shirt and pants off.”  

“WHAT!” I say as if this kind old man would say such a thing.

“Those people after you know your clothes, they know you, if you change that-“

“-I blend in better.” I said finishing his sentence.

“Exactly.” He said with a point of his hand.

As I was changing my clothes the man bright in some of his old clothes for me to wear instead.  He brought out a black button-down long sleeve shirt and dark blue pants.

“Darker colors will help you blend in better.” He says.  As he put a big-o’ hat on my head.  

Then we heard some steps and a bang, not a gunshot but still something loud.  The man ran to his bedroom and looked out the window.

“Hey come here.” He said as he motioned me over.

“Is that those people after you?” He pointed to the people just outside the window.

“Yeah, that’s them alright.”

“Quickly now.” We scurried back to the entryway.

“Now listen to me, there’s not a to of time.”  The old man starts to say.

“You’ve changed your look, so they don’t know it’s you, remember, use that.”  He said pointing his head.

The old man then grabbed his walking stick, I started to thank him for all his help but was interrupted by a delicate knock on the door.  

“Yes, just a minute.”

He gave me a just be cool, it will be all right kind of look.

He opened the door.

“Can I help you-”

“Were looking for a man, perhaps you’ve met him, and perhaps you can help us”  

“No I haven’t-” Before he was done speaking the lady pushes the door and barges in.  

“Were looking for a man-” She stopped and notices me, stay cool I tell myself.

“Hello, who’s this.” She says as started walking close to me.

“That’s my son,” The old man said lying right to her face.

I still said nothing.  

“Perhaps we can talk this over with a drink, coffee maybe?”

As he gestures then into the kitchen he points to the back door, indicating my leave.  

I started walking out the door, when just before I opened it I heard a knock.

I didn’t have time to think If I should open it, it opens it opened by itself.

“HEY!” I hear the man at the door, larger than life says.

The other people going into the kitchen stop to see what was the problem.  I realized they sent around one of their goons to the back door, to stop me.  

“What’s the meaning of this.” The lady says.

“IT’s him, we’re looking for you.”  He says as he points he be meaty fingers right at my face. 

“Are you sure?” She says.

Then everything fell absolutely silent, no made a move, we all waited for n each other.

The lady took a second and then said,

“Wait for a second, it is him, get him.”  

The first goon ran passed her to get me, BAM, the old man hit him square in the bet with his walking stick.  

“Go, get out of here.”

I wanted to but there was a big over-sized man blocking my exit.  I look back to see my savior, knocking heads back and forth. I see him sweep the feet of one man then bonk him on the head before he could get back up. 

I look at the guy in front of me, I make like I’m going to punch and kick him on the side knee, it bends in a quite problematic may.  As he falls, I send a nice uppercut to his jaw, he starts to fall a little back, I spin around to get one last look of my one friend before finishing the attacker off with a spinning side kick for this ribs. He falls down hitting his head on the tar just outside the door.  His body was half in and half out the door, I step over him and take off running, I didn’t look back, I should have thought, I really should have.