She exhales in the dark.
“You can touch me if you want.”
***
The couple were sat in the sun by the window. She eats cake.
“We should fake our own deaths and run away,” he says.
***
“We have 4 minutes to save the world, ladies and gentlemen. Are we in place?”
***
Marcus crouches behind a desk, bullets are flying over head. “Screw this.” He yells to his team “We’re kicking this old school.”
Smoke grenades fire into a corridor. He counts off 3, and makes a break for the door as his team sends a wave of bullets to cover him.
***
Sam stared at his new face in the window.
The memory of the fist detonates, white hot, behind his eyes.
His face hit the ground – not that it had so far to travel as he was already on his knees. His nose crumpled on impact.
A voice spoke from beyond the wall of fog rapidly moving in.
“That”ll do.”
Tipping the table in front of him, Sam leaps to his feet, screaming at himself.
“It won’t do. THIS. WON’T DO”
***
A girl stands at a podium. She’s 10, and all grins.
“Hello, Mummy.” Suddenly shy, she looks down. “I’m OK. Don’t be sad. I saw you on TV crying. Don’t be sad.”
***
The letter sits on the table. It’s wrong, too dark at the edges. Not to much placed as…written into the scene.
Austin looked at it. “Is that it?”
His friend looked at him, “Let’s see – it’s the only letter in the room, and it has one word on it, Zarkophski. What do you think?”
***
The butt of Geraldine’s gun slams into Dan’s head hard enough for him to feel it through his armour.
“What part of that order did you not understand, soldier? You do not do this on my watch.”
Dan was on his feet, his own gun drawn, pointed at his captain.
***
Naomi hefts the broken body of her friend.
“See, this is why there’s no side kicks”
***
A hand reaches out.
The body is emaciated, stretched.
The face warped. Free time has seen better days.
“Help me. Please, someone, help me.”
***
The eyes of a sleeping giant snap open.
***
Litranaut Season 2
***
Marcus slips his key into the ignition, pauses, looks out the window at his friends.
He smiles and turns the key.
***
Continues
***
The fireball engulfed the car, throwing it into the air. The blast threw his team to the floor and shattered windows. It landed in slow motion, the sounds of the flames and car alarms echoing as the image fades to black.
