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It was a cold, rainy night. Daniel, Tim, Mark, Courtney and I went over to our new friends house to watch a movie with him and his girlfriend. He happened to live right across the street from me. About half way through the movie another one of his friends came over with a big brown package. Nobody asked any questions because we didn't really know the kids.
Another half hour later, Daniel and I both heard a beeping sound, so naturally, we got up to inspect it. We searched the whole damn house and didn't find a thing. When we got back into the living room, Mark and Courtney were tied up and Tim was getting his ass kicked by our new "friend". Daniel and I stopped the kid, and he ran into the kitchen. Tim told us to go back into the bedroom and stop the other kid from what he was about to do. Daniel and I had no idea what he meant but we did it anyways.
We got back into the room and the kid pulled out a knife. Lucky for Daniel and I, I knew the previoius owners of the house so the layout of the house was still familiar to me. We managed to dodge in and out of hallways and rooms and subdued the asshole. He made one last attempt at our lives with a small 9mm pistol and that was the last straw. Daniel stabbed him in the chest and I snapped his neck. Meanwhile the beeping noise could still be heard. Figuring something terrible was up, we ran back into the living room only to find Mark, Courtney, and Tim up against the wall with a gun pointed at them. The other kid had lined them up execution style and I think Daniel and I made it just before the show.
We managed to get the gun away from the kid but he ran into the kitchen and held up the brown package he brought in yelling, "MAKE ANOTHER MOVE AND I'LL BLOW THIS PLACE UP RIGHT NOW!" Naturally nobody moved, execpt Daniel. He dove out of sight, slid the gun over to me and arranged his hand in the shape of a gun. I knew what he meant. I aimed, said the shooters prayer, and fired. It was like everything moved in slow motion after I fired the gun except for me. I looked over at Tim, Mark and Courtney who had looks of shock on their faces. Daniel had started getting up to see the results of my shot. But I knew the results. I was always a good shot. The kid fell the ground, dropping the package on the table in front of him.
I half expected the package to blow up and all of us be blown away. Like a free gift from Destiny, it didn't. Immeadiately Daniel, Tim and I ran into the kitchen to inspect while Mark comforted Courtney. We opened the package up back in the living room and sure enough, it was a bomb. That's what the beeping noise was Daniel and I had heard over an hour ago. Lucky for us the timer read 12:00:07 which gave us plenty of time to disarm it, which Tim somehow knew exactly what to do. Right on que though, we heard a van screech up infront of the house and three of four men pile out of the van. I grabbed the gun, ran into the kitchen and shot the bastard again. We knew he had called his friends in to make their plan a success.
I gave the gun to Mark and told him to shoot anyone that walked in the house on spot who had a shirt on. Now I had to remember to take off my shirt before I came back to the house or else I'd be killed. Daniel and Tim grabbed the bomb and we sprinted out of the house. I was the decoy. I ran through the park, jumping in and out of nearby neighbors yards, all the time keeping a good hundred yards between them and me. There was only two chasing me so either the others had gone into the house or had seen Daniel or Tim and went after them. Once I had done almost a full lap around the park in people's backyards, the men spotted Daniel and Tim hiding the components of the disarmed explosive. They immeaditely stopped chasing me and went for them. I didn't know what to do but run in that direction.
I ran faster than I had ever ran in my life. I tackled on of the guys but he pushed me off and kept going. Daniel gave Tim his part of the bomb and told him to run, once again, Daniel and I had to fight off the men who were armed while we had just our hands and our wits. Surprisingly enough, Daniel's wit were much greater than I had expected. We managed to tangle the guys up enough for one to stab the other. With one down, we had the clear cut advantage. Daniel went for the legs while I went for the knife. It all seemed to happen at once. His legs flew out from under him, I fell on top of him, and Daniel jumped on him. There was a warm feeling coming from my left leg. I had fallen right onto the knife. I could feel it now, tearing apart the muscle and scraping my bone. I fell off the guy and nearly passed out. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear Daniel wrestling around with the guy and then nothing.
When I woke up Daniel was carrying me on his shoulders back to the house. There was police cars everywhere, Mark or Courtney must have called. Tim was carrying the bomb and the bomb squad swarmed him the second we were close. I tried to walk but collapsed, so Daniel help me. We walked into the house, over two more dead bodies into a very chaotic scene. Courtney crying, Mark being questioned, and two medical examiners determining all of the guys dead. The cops were marking hundreds of spots with their little evidence markers, and the owners of the house were having a fit. It was too much for me, and I had lost too much blood. Everything went dizzy, I collapsed, and woke up, sweating in my bed.
Damn, I thought being drunk gave you awesome dreams. Fevers do it too.
Another half hour later, Daniel and I both heard a beeping sound, so naturally, we got up to inspect it. We searched the whole damn house and didn't find a thing. When we got back into the living room, Mark and Courtney were tied up and Tim was getting his ass kicked by our new "friend". Daniel and I stopped the kid, and he ran into the kitchen. Tim told us to go back into the bedroom and stop the other kid from what he was about to do. Daniel and I had no idea what he meant but we did it anyways.
We got back into the room and the kid pulled out a knife. Lucky for Daniel and I, I knew the previoius owners of the house so the layout of the house was still familiar to me. We managed to dodge in and out of hallways and rooms and subdued the asshole. He made one last attempt at our lives with a small 9mm pistol and that was the last straw. Daniel stabbed him in the chest and I snapped his neck. Meanwhile the beeping noise could still be heard. Figuring something terrible was up, we ran back into the living room only to find Mark, Courtney, and Tim up against the wall with a gun pointed at them. The other kid had lined them up execution style and I think Daniel and I made it just before the show.
We managed to get the gun away from the kid but he ran into the kitchen and held up the brown package he brought in yelling, "MAKE ANOTHER MOVE AND I'LL BLOW THIS PLACE UP RIGHT NOW!" Naturally nobody moved, execpt Daniel. He dove out of sight, slid the gun over to me and arranged his hand in the shape of a gun. I knew what he meant. I aimed, said the shooters prayer, and fired. It was like everything moved in slow motion after I fired the gun except for me. I looked over at Tim, Mark and Courtney who had looks of shock on their faces. Daniel had started getting up to see the results of my shot. But I knew the results. I was always a good shot. The kid fell the ground, dropping the package on the table in front of him.
I half expected the package to blow up and all of us be blown away. Like a free gift from Destiny, it didn't. Immeadiately Daniel, Tim and I ran into the kitchen to inspect while Mark comforted Courtney. We opened the package up back in the living room and sure enough, it was a bomb. That's what the beeping noise was Daniel and I had heard over an hour ago. Lucky for us the timer read 12:00:07 which gave us plenty of time to disarm it, which Tim somehow knew exactly what to do. Right on que though, we heard a van screech up infront of the house and three of four men pile out of the van. I grabbed the gun, ran into the kitchen and shot the bastard again. We knew he had called his friends in to make their plan a success.
I gave the gun to Mark and told him to shoot anyone that walked in the house on spot who had a shirt on. Now I had to remember to take off my shirt before I came back to the house or else I'd be killed. Daniel and Tim grabbed the bomb and we sprinted out of the house. I was the decoy. I ran through the park, jumping in and out of nearby neighbors yards, all the time keeping a good hundred yards between them and me. There was only two chasing me so either the others had gone into the house or had seen Daniel or Tim and went after them. Once I had done almost a full lap around the park in people's backyards, the men spotted Daniel and Tim hiding the components of the disarmed explosive. They immeaditely stopped chasing me and went for them. I didn't know what to do but run in that direction.
I ran faster than I had ever ran in my life. I tackled on of the guys but he pushed me off and kept going. Daniel gave Tim his part of the bomb and told him to run, once again, Daniel and I had to fight off the men who were armed while we had just our hands and our wits. Surprisingly enough, Daniel's wit were much greater than I had expected. We managed to tangle the guys up enough for one to stab the other. With one down, we had the clear cut advantage. Daniel went for the legs while I went for the knife. It all seemed to happen at once. His legs flew out from under him, I fell on top of him, and Daniel jumped on him. There was a warm feeling coming from my left leg. I had fallen right onto the knife. I could feel it now, tearing apart the muscle and scraping my bone. I fell off the guy and nearly passed out. I couldn't see anything, but I could hear Daniel wrestling around with the guy and then nothing.
When I woke up Daniel was carrying me on his shoulders back to the house. There was police cars everywhere, Mark or Courtney must have called. Tim was carrying the bomb and the bomb squad swarmed him the second we were close. I tried to walk but collapsed, so Daniel help me. We walked into the house, over two more dead bodies into a very chaotic scene. Courtney crying, Mark being questioned, and two medical examiners determining all of the guys dead. The cops were marking hundreds of spots with their little evidence markers, and the owners of the house were having a fit. It was too much for me, and I had lost too much blood. Everything went dizzy, I collapsed, and woke up, sweating in my bed.
Damn, I thought being drunk gave you awesome dreams. Fevers do it too.