My forward momentum takes me as far as the opposite wall. I hit it with both hands. My nails rake the brick work, but don’t find purchase. My lower body collides a moment later.
Then gravity takes hold.
To make matters worse, for every action there’s an equal and opposite reaction, so my impact against the wall results in a slight rebound. As I fall I see something a few feet below my hands.
I reach out with everything I’ve got and one hand grabs the top of a window frame. My body swings in towards the building and then -.
I hurtle through a window and into someone’s living room. It isn’t a graceful landing. Far from it. But it’s a landing. And I’ve only fallen a few feet as opposed to a hundred feet, so it’s a win as far as I’m concerned.
I’m covered in glass, timber and shredded curtain. Picking myself up, I find I’ve destroyed someone’s flower pot and knocked over their television set. An elderly black woman is sitting on her lounge looking at me with open mouthed astonishment. I can’t blame her. It’s not every day a teenage boy comes smashing through her window.
A bullet thuds into the carpet next to my face.
Someone’s shooting at me!
“Sorry about this,” I climb to my feet.
She stands up, waving a finger at me and yelling something unintelligible.
I charge through her apartment and, more by chance than design, find the front door. Just as I struggle to open the lock something hits me from behind. Hard. I turn around and a broom smacks me in the face. Grabbing hold of the old lady’s weapon, I get the door open and stumble into the hallway.
“And don’t come back!” she yells.
Those words I understand.
I’m in the middle of a long hallway in a rundown apartment building. A door has opened down the passage and a young mother and her son peer out in astonishment. I realize part of the curtain is still hanging off my shoulder. Knocking it to the ground I try to wave reassuringly.
“It’s okay,” I tell them. “Knocked over a vase.”
I hurry in the opposite direction and arrive at a set of elevators. I’m about to hit the button for them when I notice they’re already ascending. But is this good news? This could be Ravana’s men. Could they be that fast?
I spot a set of fire stairs to my left. Dragging open the door, I start down them. There is a gap I can look down and see all the way to the bottom. It looks to be about ten stories. I hurry down one set of winding stairs and pass the door leading from that level. That’s one floor gone. Only about nine to go. Racing down another two floors I suddenly notice a sound and stop.
Or am I just imagining it?
Is it just the reverberation of my own feet? Silence fills the stairwell. Regardless, I have to keep going. I continue down another floor, slow down and listen. Sounds okay. I rush down another floor and hurry past the entry door from that level.
The door flies open.
The guy catches me from the side, throwing me towards the railing and knocks the air out of me. He is tall and thin with a cruel face. He gets an arm around my throat and drags me backwards.
“We’re not finished with you, kid,” he says. “The doctor’s got a long night of fun planned for you.”
It’s the reminder of Doctor Ravana that does it. I see the doctor’s face in my mind and his patient expression as he applies the probe to my hand. If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that I never want to return to that room again.
Bringing my elbow up into his stomach I hear a satisfying oomph and his grip loosens. Slightly. But not enough to escape. So I repeat the action three or four times more just to get the point across. All the while we’re sliding and stumbling down the steps. I swing around and brace him against the railing while I slam my elbow into his diaphragm.
|Robert Pattinson||as Axel|
|Emma Watson||as Brodie|
|Jamie Bell||as Chad|