"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

“The only living works are those which have drained much of the author's own life into them.” –Samuel Butler

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Running Out Of Time (Part Ten - The End)


            Dressed in a crisp expensive-looking suit and dark opaque sunglasses, Carmen finally glimpsed the man on the other end of the phone. Tightly cropped, almost jet-black, hair covered his head in a sophisticated style that reflected his illegally gotten wealth. As he removed his sunglasses from his face, Carmen regarded his eyes that were a piercing blue shade which commanded attention with a single glance. Between his slightly too close eyes protruded a long slender nose to contrast against his clean shaven face. A diamond and gold encrusted watch embraced his wrist, peeking from under the long sleeve of his suit jacket. Overall tall and lean, he stepped up to the door of the house where Carmen was patiently waiting.
            “Let’s get this over with.” He grumbled.
            Leading him to the safe, Carmen thought back to the warning in her father’s letter: Make sure you never input the wrong code into the safe. If you ever accidentally do, the room will automatically lock you in and start extracting the oxygen from the air. To stop this process, there is an override switch under the panel with the numerical dial, which requires your finger print…
            “Show me the detonators.” Carmen commanded.
            Unenthusiastically, he pulled them out of his pin-stripped suit’s pocket. “Smash them.” Carmen coerced forcefully. Hearing the glorious crunch under his feet, relief rushed through her. Grieving her decision one last time, Carmen sluggishly spun to face the safe. She raised her hand and started to turn the dial: 22-76-36-56-84
            Immediately, the door slammed shut startling the pair now trapped. A high pitched whistle resounded throughout the small space. Dismayed, Carmen’s enemy accused, “What did you do?!”
            “I must have inputted the code wrong.” She innocently spit out.
            “You idiot! You’re going to kill us!” He panicked.
            “Yes, I know. There is no way I am letting you get your filthy hands on those blueprints!” Carmen vehemently retorted.
            Shock at being bested froze him as the color drained from his face.
            Moments past and Carmen started gasping for breath, feeling her lungs close up. Black spots dotted her vision and everything blurred. Sliding down the wall, she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting from conscientiousness. She gulped for one last breath before the darkness consumed her.
            Forgive me father…

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