Billboard Saviour

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30 minutes had gone by and yet the metal door still help keep Brown captive, despite all his attempts, as the cold comfort of the chair he sat on and the gentle sound of his wristwatch tick tried to lighten his mood.

As he was about to stand up, to continue his assault on the door, a cold liquid sensation found it's way into his shoulder, as the once dry shirt had become wet.

A little smile ran along his face as he looked up and came face to face with a air vent, which was dropping a cold colorless liquid.

His insides bubbled with hope, as all the hair on his body stood, as he climbed the table and maneuvered his way into the vent.

He could feel the cold metal press against his body, as he barely had enough space to move. The climb to the other side of the door through the vents was cold, wet, and painful, but despite the odds he kept going forward with one thing on his mind "HIS KIDS".

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John's heart beat increased, it felt like his heart was in his mouth, as the world slowly became more cold, the level of dust increasing, visibility decreasing, as strong winds swept across the street, he could feel the cold air rush on to his body and the occasional pain as little debris hit him, where he laid, but yet all that didn't seem to shake him, as his gazed was focused on the blood drenched woman with the green flower dress coming towards him, her left foot dragging across the road, leaving behind a trail of blood and shredded flesh.

He tried to stand up and run but yet his body failed him as he fell back onto the cold hard sidewalk.

The sudden sound of metal being dragged against the ground filled the air, as the woman bent over John, and in a matter of second a metal flashed through John's line of sight, leaving behind blood everywhere and a loud crash just behind John.

Turning his head John discovers a red billboard with the words COLG drenched in blood had severed the woman into two, as her top half rested calmly on top of the Bill board which was now lodged in a car.

John's own vomit tasted weird in his mouth, as the cake he had eaten earlier came for a visit, the cold air blowing against his body was now unbearable as his body began to shiver, the dust was now so much he found it hard to see his billboard savior.

As he lower his head, his heart beat once again increased, for down the road was a high wall of blue cloud, with lightening playing around in it, it was moving straight towards him, with parts of it diverting into different streets, and perhaps the more stranger part of this blue haboob were the blue laser that flew in every direction from it.

His mind felt alive ready to grab Ben and run, in his head he had planned the shortest root home, the only problem was he couldn't stand as he once again fell on to the side walk.

John laid there, barely staying awake, his vision started to blur as what looked like a hand pick Ben up.

Scream as he might in his head, he could not do anything as the cold feeling of a hand glove surrounded his torso and whisked him into the air, as the last thing he saw is the haboob move towards the prisinct enterprise.

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The gentle light of hope came to rest upon the eyes of Mr. Brown, the cold but yet comforting breeze within the vents had become his guide, as he made his way towards the end of the vent.

Climbing out was surprisingly easier than going in, as the metals that made up the vent gave up under the influence of Brown's weight, and in a matter of seconds, he had hit the cold wet floor.

Lying on the floor felt like a much better decision than walking, but though he was finally resting, something about the pool he slept in took away his peace, as the metallic scent of the humans natural dye filled his lungs, the color red soaked deeper into his suit, his finger felt cold, as the sickly feeling of fear consumed his very being.

He knew what he was lying in but he wouldn't admit it, as the fear in his eyes threatened to pop out. He clenched his fist, and bit his teeth as he stood up, his leg giving more trouble than ever before, his only comfort was the broken table leg that tried in it's own way to replace his legs.

The reception before him was never what he would imagine, the once beautiful room that stood as a testament to his lives work was now unrecognizable by him. The black leather chairs were now torn in different angles, with red foam sticking out of it, Brown could vividly remember that the chair he bought had white foam, he should know his company made it.

A big ball seemed to have dropped in his gut when his eyes landed an a human hand on the table. His stomach couldn't take anymore as it poured away it's contents, he yearned to take his eyes away from the hand, but soon found it was an impossible task.

He stared at the hand completely oblivious of the tooth he stepped on as he moved towards the hand. He lost control of his hands as they shook by their own will, his stomach tying itself into multiple knots continuously, as he drew nearer to the hand, his mind racing, praying it wasn't Ashley's hand...

Just at the point were he felt he was going to explode from the pressure he felt, a little glistening object found a way to catch his attention, a sudden joy flooded his mind, it wasn't Ashley, he knew that ring he had just seen it today, that diamond ring Belonged to the receptionist, she had shown him today, when he was going to the meeting, she said something about marrying Akashi soon.

Although he felt joy that Ashley might still be alive, two ideas formulated in his mind that stole the very brief joy he had and casting a dark shadow in his mind that found it's way to his eyes. At first why was he rejoicing that his receptionist was torn to pieces, when did he turn dark, and also what the hell tore her up like this.

His eyebrows bowed and his stomach knotted some more as this question hit his inner man.

"Mr. ...brown, run.....run now"

The words hit him like an instantaneous hypnotic command as he started running not knowing where the words came from, his breath completely uneven, the pain from his leg gabbing at every side, his lungs ready to give up as they continue to inhale the metallic smell of blood.

He knew it was following him, he knew it was close, as loud cracking steps seemed to follow his, getting louder and louder until....

Boom, a cold pair of arms dragged him into a cold room, just as he heard a door slam and the footsteps pass by.....