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playing at?”
I nodded towards the walkie talkie and he shrugged. Didn’t even bother to answer.
“Tell me,” the anger hot in my cheeks. “Tell me why you pissed our one chance to catch that fucking beast up against the wall?”
“I-” he began.
“Actually I don’t know if I even want to know, you fucking idiot.”
“Sorry,” he managed.
The walkie talkie spat static and this time Jacob spoke. “What’s going on?”
I breathed in and out a couple of times, staring at Ray, just turning the whole thing over in my mind before I finally pressed the button. “He’s fine. It’s fine-”
“Clint,” Jacob interrupted. “I think you two might want to get up here. It’s coming your way again. You should be able to make it to the lift before it gets to you if you run.”
“Come on,” I said quietly and held out my hand. Ray pulled himself up to a standing position and followed me
knock-hissing
our way down the corridor. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the tiger stepped into view.
Ray shouted and we ran for the lift, I got there first and pressed the call button. Apparently my luck had turned because the lift was waiting, the doors slid open and I stepped inside. Ray was only a few steps behind and hopped the final few metres into the metal box.
I felt calm. I felt like I knew what I was doing.
I looked out at the corridor and saw the great orange and black mass of whiskers, teeth and hatred growling down on us and I remember I thought to myself ‘don’t make the same mistake you made the last time, press the right button’. I reached over and pressed one of the buttons and time began to run seriously slowly.
The calmness was good because I felt like I wasn’t going to go to sleep. There was a clarity to it, staring into the tiger’s yellowy eyes, I knew I was doing the right thing. And then all I could hear was Ray’s voice saying, “You’re pressing the wrong button.”
I looked across and I was pressing the ‘hold doors’ button and Ray was shouting and I just kept pressing the ‘hold doors’ button. The tiger slapped its big paws, one after the other, moving forward, approaching the threshold of the lift and by this time Ray was trying to drag my hand off the panel, to press the buttons himself, but I just kept pressing that ‘hold doors’ button.
The tiger finally moved into the lift space, just its front two paws, it’s head and enormous shoulders nearly taller than us sitting struggling on the floor. I took my finger off the button and turned to Ray, “Your turn.”
Ray took a great lungful of air, reached into his coat and pulled out a small dictaphone. Stretching forward, he pressed a button on the side of it and an unmistakable tune began piping from its tinny little speaker.
We miss you hissssssss…
For a moment I forgot how to blink, staring at the effect of The Cure inadvertently performing ‘The Lovecats’ to this enormous beast. As the double bass slapped away and the piano tinkled the tiger responded by rolling onto its side in some bizarre display of trust.
My legs went from under me, not sleeping this time, just exhausted from the adrenaline. I crumpled into the corner of the lift just watching and trying to remember how to blink.
~*~
Chapter 14
Coming 17/9/10.
Credits
About The Author
Adam Maxwell was born in 1976 and spends a great deal of his time in the loft on his own cultivating a fear of crowds. He has a Masters Degree in Creative Writing from Northumbria University, and lives in the wilds of Northumberland. Sometimes he throws things at passers-by.
If you liked this eBook then firstly I would like to congratulate you for your impeccable taste and secondly I would suggest that you visit the website www.adammaxwell.com where you'll find that new stories appear on a monthly basis as well as a short story podcast and loads of other things you might be interested in.
Go on, check it out,
I nodded towards the walkie talkie and he shrugged. Didn’t even bother to answer.
“Tell me,” the anger hot in my cheeks. “Tell me why you pissed our one chance to catch that fucking beast up against the wall?”
“I-” he began.
“Actually I don’t know if I even want to know, you fucking idiot.”
“Sorry,” he managed.
The walkie talkie spat static and this time Jacob spoke. “What’s going on?”
I breathed in and out a couple of times, staring at Ray, just turning the whole thing over in my mind before I finally pressed the button. “He’s fine. It’s fine-”
“Clint,” Jacob interrupted. “I think you two might want to get up here. It’s coming your way again. You should be able to make it to the lift before it gets to you if you run.”
“Come on,” I said quietly and held out my hand. Ray pulled himself up to a standing position and followed me
knock-hissing
our way down the corridor. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the tiger stepped into view.
Ray shouted and we ran for the lift, I got there first and pressed the call button. Apparently my luck had turned because the lift was waiting, the doors slid open and I stepped inside. Ray was only a few steps behind and hopped the final few metres into the metal box.
I felt calm. I felt like I knew what I was doing.
I looked out at the corridor and saw the great orange and black mass of whiskers, teeth and hatred growling down on us and I remember I thought to myself ‘don’t make the same mistake you made the last time, press the right button’. I reached over and pressed one of the buttons and time began to run seriously slowly.
The calmness was good because I felt like I wasn’t going to go to sleep. There was a clarity to it, staring into the tiger’s yellowy eyes, I knew I was doing the right thing. And then all I could hear was Ray’s voice saying, “You’re pressing the wrong button.”
I looked across and I was pressing the ‘hold doors’ button and Ray was shouting and I just kept pressing the ‘hold doors’ button. The tiger slapped its big paws, one after the other, moving forward, approaching the threshold of the lift and by this time Ray was trying to drag my hand off the panel, to press the buttons himself, but I just kept pressing that ‘hold doors’ button.
The tiger finally moved into the lift space, just its front two paws, it’s head and enormous shoulders nearly taller than us sitting struggling on the floor. I took my finger off the button and turned to Ray, “Your turn.”
Ray took a great lungful of air, reached into his coat and pulled out a small dictaphone. Stretching forward, he pressed a button on the side of it and an unmistakable tune began piping from its tinny little speaker.
We miss you hissssssss…
For a moment I forgot how to blink, staring at the effect of The Cure inadvertently performing ‘The Lovecats’ to this enormous beast. As the double bass slapped away and the piano tinkled the tiger responded by rolling onto its side in some bizarre display of trust.
My legs went from under me, not sleeping this time, just exhausted from the adrenaline. I crumpled into the corner of the lift just watching and trying to remember how to blink.
~*~
Chapter 14
Coming 17/9/10.
Credits
About The Author
Adam Maxwell was born in 1976 and spends a great deal of his time in the loft on his own cultivating a fear of crowds. He has a Masters Degree in Creative Writing from Northumbria University, and lives in the wilds of Northumberland. Sometimes he throws things at passers-by.
If you liked this eBook then firstly I would like to congratulate you for your impeccable taste and secondly I would suggest that you visit the website www.adammaxwell.com where you'll find that new stories appear on a monthly basis as well as a short story podcast and loads of other things you might be interested in.
Go on, check it out,
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