keep holding on 1/?
Keep holding on. 1/?
“DO IT, DO IT, NOW!” Click…James Matheson waited for the bang of the gun. For the darkness to take him, what he felt was the gun being pulled from his mouth.
Looking around saw a young woman standing in fount of him, fear in her eyes. She was dressed in black leggings, a purple jumper and black boots. There was two other men in the room one looked around twenty-eight was holding a stop watch dressed in stonewash blue jeans and a black t-shirt, with a white leather jacket holding something in his hand, the other looked around in his late thirties to forties, he stayed in the darkness unable to look at Matheson.
All was quiet, Boylan was frozen his face screaming at Matheson to kill himself, the laptop frozen on the face of his eight year old daughter begging for help, there was no sound from out side.
“I don’t…I…I…” Matheson ran his hands in his hair, looking round, something wasn’t right.
“Uncle Ianto was right, lots you can do with a stopwatch.” The woman and the other man sent him a look that told him to be quiet.
“Not now David.” She turned back to Matheson, “Are you alright?” Matheson looked at her shocked at the question, “NO! What’s going on? Who are you?”
The woman shook her head, “I can’t…James you just need to listen to me, What ever happens, what ever, that sick son of a…what ever he tells you know this James Matheson your daughter,” She pointed at the laptop. “That little girl lives she will be ok but she needs her daddy.”
“How do you know? How can you be sure? How…” The woman shook her head pleading in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, But I can’t tell you, if you die though right now...This isn‘t…” She turned to the man in the shadows. “Please, help me I can’t do this.”
“DO IT, DO IT, NOW!” Click…James Matheson waited for the bang of the gun. For the darkness to take him, what he felt was the gun being pulled from his mouth.
Looking around saw a young woman standing in fount of him, fear in her eyes. She was dressed in black leggings, a purple jumper and black boots. There was two other men in the room one looked around twenty-eight was holding a stop watch dressed in stonewash blue jeans and a black t-shirt, with a white leather jacket holding something in his hand, the other looked around in his late thirties to forties, he stayed in the darkness unable to look at Matheson.
All was quiet, Boylan was frozen his face screaming at Matheson to kill himself, the laptop frozen on the face of his eight year old daughter begging for help, there was no sound from out side.
“I don’t…I…I…” Matheson ran his hands in his hair, looking round, something wasn’t right.
“Uncle Ianto was right, lots you can do with a stopwatch.” The woman and the other man sent him a look that told him to be quiet.
“Not now David.” She turned back to Matheson, “Are you alright?” Matheson looked at her shocked at the question, “NO! What’s going on? Who are you?”
The woman shook her head, “I can’t…James you just need to listen to me, What ever happens, what ever, that sick son of a…what ever he tells you know this James Matheson your daughter,” She pointed at the laptop. “That little girl lives she will be ok but she needs her daddy.”
“How do you know? How can you be sure? How…” The woman shook her head pleading in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, But I can’t tell you, if you die though right now...This isn‘t…” She turned to the man in the shadows. “Please, help me I can’t do this.”