Sunny Day
My breath was coming faster, despite my efforts to appear calm. I kept walking, catching glances of the man behind me in reflections in chrome bumperss and store windows. I tried to not walk faster and focus on escape. If they hadn't taken me, yet, they must not be sure I am me. Which made things very risky. I could either continue on as nothing had changed and hope that they ruled me out or I could do my best to get away.
I was trying to watch everything around me, though I failed to notice the sedan that stopped directly in front of me as I crossed an intersection until it was too late. Not that I had a chance at that point. I was pulled into the car by my coat and hair without a word.
A few blocks back, I had removed the pin from a grenade I carried at nearly all times. If I noticed anything suspicious, I would remove the pin and keep the grenade trigger unreleased, then replace the pin when I felt out of danger.
When the two men put me in the car between them, they both grabbed my arms and used their legs to pin me. They brought my arms out of my coat pockets and saw that I held the grenade in my hand sans pin. One of the men placed his hand over mine, forcing me to continue to grip the release. The man on my left grabbed my arm and I started screaming.
The driver saw what was happening in his rear view mirror and pulled the car over. He had stopped in front of a park, where I could see children playing and parents looking in my direction with startled looks sweeping their faces. The driver pointed a gun at my head and told me to calm down. The man on my right told him, "Put that damn thing away, you idiot! Do you think he's going to ne worried about being shot for trying to kill himself with a grenade?"
The reality of what was going on must have hit home at that point, because the driver opened the door and started running up the block.
"I have the details in a thousand places," I yelled. "You don't need me!"
"Doesn't work that way, kid," the guy on my right replied. "Let me have this before you kill someone's daughter!"
At that point, the guy on my left grabbed the bottom of the grenade and started trying to get ahold on the release. I head-butted him and threw myself against the other man, while releasing the trigger.
I was trying to watch everything around me, though I failed to notice the sedan that stopped directly in front of me as I crossed an intersection until it was too late. Not that I had a chance at that point. I was pulled into the car by my coat and hair without a word.
A few blocks back, I had removed the pin from a grenade I carried at nearly all times. If I noticed anything suspicious, I would remove the pin and keep the grenade trigger unreleased, then replace the pin when I felt out of danger.
When the two men put me in the car between them, they both grabbed my arms and used their legs to pin me. They brought my arms out of my coat pockets and saw that I held the grenade in my hand sans pin. One of the men placed his hand over mine, forcing me to continue to grip the release. The man on my left grabbed my arm and I started screaming.
The driver saw what was happening in his rear view mirror and pulled the car over. He had stopped in front of a park, where I could see children playing and parents looking in my direction with startled looks sweeping their faces. The driver pointed a gun at my head and told me to calm down. The man on my right told him, "Put that damn thing away, you idiot! Do you think he's going to ne worried about being shot for trying to kill himself with a grenade?"
The reality of what was going on must have hit home at that point, because the driver opened the door and started running up the block.
"I have the details in a thousand places," I yelled. "You don't need me!"
"Doesn't work that way, kid," the guy on my right replied. "Let me have this before you kill someone's daughter!"
At that point, the guy on my left grabbed the bottom of the grenade and started trying to get ahold on the release. I head-butted him and threw myself against the other man, while releasing the trigger.
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