Whatever I Draw, part 9: Out of the Frying Pan…

Hi guys! Sorry it’s been so long since the last installment…. Life is busy. 😛 Anyway, enjoy!!!

Whatever I Draw

by Eliza May

Involuntarily, a shriek was ripped from Luger’s throat as his feet slid off the narrow board, and then it stopped suddenly, with a jolt, as his hands gripped the plank. For a moment, there was silence, aside from horrified breathing. Luger’s hands began slipping off the slippery surface. Soon he was only held on by his fingertips.

Panic was written over face. “Help me,” he croaked hoarsely.

“Luger, listen to me.” Tullier forced his voice to remain calm and steady. “You have to move your hands along the board towards me.”

Luger’s breathing quickened even further until he was nearly hyperventilating.

“Luger. Your right hand. Move it over. That’s it, that’s it. Slowly, calmly. Good. Now the other hand.” Slowly, with Tullier’s encouragement, Luger inched along, towards his waiting friends.

Kirk and Stefania watched in silence, the latter covering her mouth with horror and trying not to scream as she watched her brother hang fifty feet off the ground.

At last, after a seemingly interminable time, Luger reached a point where Tullier’s hand grasped his own and heaved him up onto the board. Then, lying flat on his stomach on the makeshift bridge, Luger was pulled across to safety.

The moment he reached the building, Stefania began sobbing and hugging him. Tullier, breathing heavily, looked across the building to where Kirk still stood.

“Your turn,” he said.

Kirk managed a half-smile and stepped onto the board. He made it across without too much trouble, only jangled nerves.

“Good,” Tullier said. “And now we’d better run, because there is absolutely no way the men following us didn’t hear that scream.”

Luger nodded, pale and shaken. “Yes, let’s go…. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Inwardly, though, Tullier was seething. What was wrong with these people? They seemed to mess up everything! Turning to the others, he said, “It’s too dangerous to keep using the board. We have to get onto the ground. From there…. Well, we’ll worry about that when we get there.”

Kirk nodded silently. He apparently understood the desperation of the situation. “The men following us don’t have a way across the buildings. They’ll probably go onto the ground until they reach the one we’re on. We have to get down before that.”

“There’s got to be an entrance from the roof,” Stefania offered.

Without too much trouble, they found said entrance. Opening it, they descended into the dark building, which was very similar to the one they had been in previously. They pounded down several staircases until they reached ground level. There they stopped, panting for breath.

Stealthily, Tullier crept to the door. Looking out of the eyehole in the door, he looked down the street. “I don’t see them or their car… yet. Now’s our chance to get out of here.” Already suspecting the answer, Tullier asked with a sigh, “Do you have a getaway car?”

“Actually, yes, we do,” Kirk replied proudly.

Tullier raised his eyebrows. “Really? Where?”

“Right down the street, a little ways off from the first building we were in.” Grimacing, Kirk added, “We’ll have to go back the way we came.”

Hardly surprised, but not a little bit frustrated, Tullier squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. “Of course. Well then, come on guys. It’s time we escape from here once and for all.”

He turned back to face his companions. All three of them stood bravely, ready to follow him. One corner of Tullier’s mouth uplifted in a brief smile. Then he opened the door and the four of them dashed into the street.

Hmm…. Looks like Luger didn’t die after all. Hey, I’m not THAT mean, that I’d kill off a character before you barely even know him. 😉


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