The Jaunt Chapter 6
Chris quickly backed away from the sound of gunshot, he scrambled to the other side of the room, hoping to cover himself up with…well anything. At first he tried to find some kind of cover himself in the dark grey tarp that was in the room but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn’t untie the string that held it together. He threw the tarp and looked for anything else, all he found was a half-rotten broom and a bucket. He turned towards the door just in time to see a bullet burst through the old wood and shatter the lightbulb, making him blind once more. He scrambled into the cornor trying to hide his body with his wings, it didn’t work too well due to his red scales. He shut his eyes and turned away from the door, his heart raced, his hands shook, and he sweat all over. He heard a muffled *thump* of something heavy dropping, a second later the door burst open and the shadow of a large sentient with heavy body armor filled the room. His silhouette showed that this wasn’t the same wolf that drugged him and brought him here, no this was someone different. The figure stared into the room for a few seconds. Chris couldn’t even breath he was so scared, the time seemed to stretch into hours, he could hear the heavy breathing of the tall male, his equipment jingled with every movement, and Chris could tell he had a gun just by the way it clicked, changing the firing position.

Finally after a few hours of standing there the tall man clicked a button, static came out along with a voice that said, “All clear?”

Chris tightened his eyes and waited, the man said, “Ya, looks like he was bluffing, just a dark closet, no hostage.”

He had a deep voice, just by the way he talked and with his accent he could tell the man was a horse, perhaps he was a S.W.A.T. unit that was clearing the rooms, horses tended to do well in law enforcement.

The man on the other side of the radio said, “Damn, good thing we killed Tobias, guess he was not only a traitor but a liar too. Better come back to base if there’s no dragon, no point in keeping this safehouse either, set the charges and come back.”

“Roger, over and out.”

Chris waited until he couldn’t hear the footsteps of the horse to unfold his wings and creep to the door. He poked his head out and saw two long corridors both of which seemed to not end. To the left he could see some natural lighting as well as what appeared to be several sliding doors. He could see to his left was a darker hallway with some strange writing on the sides. Some of the lights were burnt out. Without any real way to judge which way would be the best way he decided to fall back onto the one method that has never betrayed him. Chris went through his pockets and found that the kidnappers didn’t take everything he had, he still had his money. He fished out a quarter.

“Heads left, tails right.”

He flipped the coin high into the air and caught it as it fell, he slapped the coin onto his hand and it came out heads. He put the coin back into his pocket and headed off to the corridor. He stared at the walls as he walked through, the language that it was written in appeared to be Russian, or something like that. It looked like it was written in blood but had the look and consistency of red paint. As he approached the burnt out section of the hallway he placed his hand on the wall and felt his way through. The ground was smooth and every hundred steps or so he ran into a small chunk of concrete but nothing more. The hallway seemed to go on forever. He wondered just where he was and how he was going to get out. His fingers momentarily lost contact with the wall; he panicked and flung himself at the wall desperate to know where he was. His hands hit something slightly sharp; he felt around and realized there was a corner. He laughed at himself and turned towards the end of the hallway, he saw a light. A bright blue light radiated from the end of this new side of the hallway. He ran to the end of the hallway not caring what was at the end of it. When he could see the walls of the hallway he realized that the writing was now in either Spanish or French, either or. He slowed down when he reach a pair of doors, both were closed. He tugged on one, it didn’t move. He pulled harder it wouldn’t move an inch; he pulled on the doors for what seemed like hours before he finally gave up and kicked the pair of doors, realizing that he was trapped. He turned around to go back into the dark hallway when he heard the creaking of the door, he turned around and for the first time noticed the sigh the said, “push”; he slapped himself on the forehead before pushing the doors open and stepped into the room.

The room was massive, it was a dome with windows for walls and a blue light bled through the windows. The chamber was bathed in this weird blue light, in the middle of the room there were a lot of science equipment that he had no idea as to what they do. He heard a few footsteps from the other side of the door, he ran into the middle of the room, looking for a place to hide. He saw a few doors but each one was a mental hospiltal-like door with several locks. He saw one that was slightly ajar, hearing the doors being pushed and a boice talking he rolled into that room, huddled in the corner, and hoped no one would find him.



Hope you enjoyed, sorry I havn't been posting as much as I should be...I've been busy with my new job.