Welcome Home
After waiting tensely for nearly twenty minutes, Gabriel could wait no longer. His first fear was to cross the street. He knew that if there was someone in his apartment, he would be seen crossing the street and approaching his home. He once more checked the door that he knelt below; still locked. Gabriel removed his mask, concealed his weapon beneath his coat, and took to the street with a shot confidence, but an act that showed no alarm. One, two, three, he counted his footsteps wondering if they were shorter or longer, slower or faster paced than his usual rate.
Gabriel made it across the street and stepped into his foyer, again engaging his mask and grasping his weapon. He entered his four digit pass code and the door popped open with a jolting click. He snuck inside and made his way to the stairs, weapon drawn and aimed to each passing corner, his mask giving way to each hushed but hurried exhale.
Gabriel’s finger lay idle beside the trigger. Gabriel rounded the corner as he came upon his floor. In turning the corner, he nearly let off a burst into his neighbor Anne, as she let out a gasp and flew into her apartment from the hallway.
“Anne” He whispered quickly.
It was too late, Anne’s fear lead her into her apartment quicker that Gabriel could call to stop her. He heard bolt after bolt push locked within her apartment as he passed.
Gabriel stood in front of his slightly ajar door, finger over the door peep; he popped the safety off on his weapon. He pushed the door open and slid into his dark living room, entering low and quickly. In the same motion, he was disarmed and found himself held back by two people, both extraordinarily strong.
They sat Gabriel into his lounge chair and each came to his front side with their weapons aimed to his temple. They wore all black, dull rugged clothing and bio-weapon masks under their black sunglasses and over black ski masks.
“Shit” Muffled Gabriel through his bio-weapon mask.
Gabriel’s focus shifted to his bedroom entrance as movement showed a figure coming into center.
“Welcome home, Gabriel.” The librarian grinned as he came out of the bedroom and knelt before him. “I’ve changed my mind about letting you make a decision that is too important. This will only hurt for a moment.”
Gabriel felt a stinging prick at his ankle and his vision blurred in seconds. He blinked and saw the librarian gently shaking the injection needle in the air just inches from his large steady grin. It was the same grin that accompanied the librarian’s bible earlier in the evening. It was the last vision that put Gabriel to sleep.
Gabriel made it across the street and stepped into his foyer, again engaging his mask and grasping his weapon. He entered his four digit pass code and the door popped open with a jolting click. He snuck inside and made his way to the stairs, weapon drawn and aimed to each passing corner, his mask giving way to each hushed but hurried exhale.
Gabriel’s finger lay idle beside the trigger. Gabriel rounded the corner as he came upon his floor. In turning the corner, he nearly let off a burst into his neighbor Anne, as she let out a gasp and flew into her apartment from the hallway.
“Anne” He whispered quickly.
It was too late, Anne’s fear lead her into her apartment quicker that Gabriel could call to stop her. He heard bolt after bolt push locked within her apartment as he passed.
Gabriel stood in front of his slightly ajar door, finger over the door peep; he popped the safety off on his weapon. He pushed the door open and slid into his dark living room, entering low and quickly. In the same motion, he was disarmed and found himself held back by two people, both extraordinarily strong.
They sat Gabriel into his lounge chair and each came to his front side with their weapons aimed to his temple. They wore all black, dull rugged clothing and bio-weapon masks under their black sunglasses and over black ski masks.
“Shit” Muffled Gabriel through his bio-weapon mask.
Gabriel’s focus shifted to his bedroom entrance as movement showed a figure coming into center.
“Welcome home, Gabriel.” The librarian grinned as he came out of the bedroom and knelt before him. “I’ve changed my mind about letting you make a decision that is too important. This will only hurt for a moment.”
Gabriel felt a stinging prick at his ankle and his vision blurred in seconds. He blinked and saw the librarian gently shaking the injection needle in the air just inches from his large steady grin. It was the same grin that accompanied the librarian’s bible earlier in the evening. It was the last vision that put Gabriel to sleep.
