Stranded Above
Stranded Above
It all started the night before, when Pat and I was in his car driving around a town, that seemed to me to be in Canada somewhere. We left that town in the early hours of the mourning, not before ripping around the country and tearing up some personal property. We drove back home; I was dropped off at the door. Headed up to my room and went straight to my bed.
I awoke the next day, and the next thing I knew for some reason I was back in Pat’s car, we had decided to head back to the eerie town we were the night before. Not knowing why we were heading back, just know we had to return. We didn’t speak a word to each other the whole ride there.
As we arrived back in the town I knew for some reason that we were indeed in Canada. As we pulled in we saw no sign of life, no vehicles out, no people walking, not even a squirrel running across the road. We were immediately stopped and barricaded in by the Canadian police. They quickly rushed us into the back of the squad cars giving us little reason for doing so. Pat and I sat in the back of the car stunned and speechless.
We were then transported to an elevator, which ascended toward the sky. As we reached the top I realized we were being escorted to a blimp. Curious and not sure what was going on, I did what they said. When we reached the top I looked up an saw a giant red Saturn blimp. At the top we had to climb up a rope to the blimp entrance, about thirty feet above me. We were already towering about forty stories above the ground.
I soon realized this was not an ordinary blimp but a jail or sort of concentration camp for criminals. Every person was separated into groups. Pat and I were rushed off into different groups. As I was heading toward my cell upon their instructions the office pointed to the ground, I looked down and saw a rusted out metal crate lid. I lifted it to see several other prisoners down below. We descended a rope to be imprisoned in the basement of the blimp.
Made Example
We were sent on another mission, this time to make an example of him. Who he was, we had no idea, and we didn’t really care. We were paid to do a job and that was it, nothing else mattered to us, we couldn’t let it. For what we had to do we had no choice. Our job was to take care of business for the school, personal business. To make sure no one was out of line and if they were they were, they were punished and everyone there knew what happened. We never made the decision of who it was going to be but we did decide on the punishment.
This time it was a young red headed kid, probably about nineteen, twenty years old. He made some enemies and now it was time for us to step in and make sure he never bothered anyone again. To make sure everyone knew this also. This one was different though, this one our orders were to really make sure that everyone else knew what happened. This was not going to be pleasant for him. So my partner and I waited till lunch and as the kid was walking just outside the school we nabbed him, bruised him up some and took him a couple blocks from school to a popular hang out for the kids. It was a small clearing in the woods where railroads use to go through. Kids would come out here after school and hang out.
My partner removed a couple boards from the tracks and started digging. Dug till he had a hole about six feet deep or so, just about the same height as the kid. Threw the kid in the hole and started filling it in. We continued to do so till he was buried up to his head, all that was left to see was his hand stretched out and the last expression the face of kid who wished he could do it all over again.
We then proceeded back to the school, for some reason I felt as if I have never actually been there before. It was a new to me, the sounds, the look, the smell, everything. As we got close I could see this enormous building witch had a tower that probably rose about twenty floors above the rest of the school. Connected to the tower was a gigantic catapult that was probably about fifty feet in length. We entered the building and were greeted immediately by our boss. He said nothing but signaled for us to follow. We followed to an elevator; it was more of a freight elevator then anything. We went to the top floor; exited the elevator and the room was wide open, not divided off by walls. There was a hard wood floor with a track all the way around and in the middle was an opening about fifteen feet round. I walked up to the ledge, that had no railing, and looked over, you could see all the way down. It was an eerie scene, staring down about twenty stories.
Our boss signaled to us again to follow him. This time he was jogging around the track. As we followed I was afraid I would lose my balance or something would happen that I would fall in the opening. As we continued to follow though I realized there was plenty of space and nothing to worry about. Then our boss reached into his back pocket and pulled out a picture, our next assignment.
What do you think???
Stranded Above
It all started the night before, when Pat and I was in his car driving around a town, that seemed to me to be in Canada somewhere. We left that town in the early hours of the mourning, not before ripping around the country and tearing up some personal property. We drove back home; I was dropped off at the door. Headed up to my room and went straight to my bed.
I awoke the next day, and the next thing I knew for some reason I was back in Pat’s car, we had decided to head back to the eerie town we were the night before. Not knowing why we were heading back, just know we had to return. We didn’t speak a word to each other the whole ride there.
As we arrived back in the town I knew for some reason that we were indeed in Canada. As we pulled in we saw no sign of life, no vehicles out, no people walking, not even a squirrel running across the road. We were immediately stopped and barricaded in by the Canadian police. They quickly rushed us into the back of the squad cars giving us little reason for doing so. Pat and I sat in the back of the car stunned and speechless.
We were then transported to an elevator, which ascended toward the sky. As we reached the top I realized we were being escorted to a blimp. Curious and not sure what was going on, I did what they said. When we reached the top I looked up an saw a giant red Saturn blimp. At the top we had to climb up a rope to the blimp entrance, about thirty feet above me. We were already towering about forty stories above the ground.
I soon realized this was not an ordinary blimp but a jail or sort of concentration camp for criminals. Every person was separated into groups. Pat and I were rushed off into different groups. As I was heading toward my cell upon their instructions the office pointed to the ground, I looked down and saw a rusted out metal crate lid. I lifted it to see several other prisoners down below. We descended a rope to be imprisoned in the basement of the blimp.
Made Example
We were sent on another mission, this time to make an example of him. Who he was, we had no idea, and we didn’t really care. We were paid to do a job and that was it, nothing else mattered to us, we couldn’t let it. For what we had to do we had no choice. Our job was to take care of business for the school, personal business. To make sure no one was out of line and if they were they were, they were punished and everyone there knew what happened. We never made the decision of who it was going to be but we did decide on the punishment.
This time it was a young red headed kid, probably about nineteen, twenty years old. He made some enemies and now it was time for us to step in and make sure he never bothered anyone again. To make sure everyone knew this also. This one was different though, this one our orders were to really make sure that everyone else knew what happened. This was not going to be pleasant for him. So my partner and I waited till lunch and as the kid was walking just outside the school we nabbed him, bruised him up some and took him a couple blocks from school to a popular hang out for the kids. It was a small clearing in the woods where railroads use to go through. Kids would come out here after school and hang out.
My partner removed a couple boards from the tracks and started digging. Dug till he had a hole about six feet deep or so, just about the same height as the kid. Threw the kid in the hole and started filling it in. We continued to do so till he was buried up to his head, all that was left to see was his hand stretched out and the last expression the face of kid who wished he could do it all over again.
We then proceeded back to the school, for some reason I felt as if I have never actually been there before. It was a new to me, the sounds, the look, the smell, everything. As we got close I could see this enormous building witch had a tower that probably rose about twenty floors above the rest of the school. Connected to the tower was a gigantic catapult that was probably about fifty feet in length. We entered the building and were greeted immediately by our boss. He said nothing but signaled for us to follow. We followed to an elevator; it was more of a freight elevator then anything. We went to the top floor; exited the elevator and the room was wide open, not divided off by walls. There was a hard wood floor with a track all the way around and in the middle was an opening about fifteen feet round. I walked up to the ledge, that had no railing, and looked over, you could see all the way down. It was an eerie scene, staring down about twenty stories.
Our boss signaled to us again to follow him. This time he was jogging around the track. As we followed I was afraid I would lose my balance or something would happen that I would fall in the opening. As we continued to follow though I realized there was plenty of space and nothing to worry about. Then our boss reached into his back pocket and pulled out a picture, our next assignment.
What do you think???