Just...Will
August 20th, 2009, 04:22 PM
The full, continuing story can be found here:
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2711655/1/Rice_Park_Dead_End
This is just the prologue. If I get enough requests, I'll post the subsequent chapters.
Rice Park tore down the dark, abandoned corridor leading to his bedroom. He could hear the pounding footsteps of the men who so desperately wanted his life coming ever closer, pounding nearly as fast as his own heart. He fumbled with the doorknob uselessly for a few seconds before wrenching open the heavy wooden door to reveal his bed sitting undisturbed from having been made that morning. Rice ran into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He turned on the spot and pushed on the bare wall to the left of the door to reveal the secret room concealed there. He entered the tiny space, pulling the entrance closed behind him, and trying to make as little noise as his feet would allow. He sat himself down at the small desk tucked away in this sanctuary and began to scribble in the diary which he had been keeping for the past month.
The footsteps stopped.
The secret doorway wasn’t closed all the way.
Hastily finishing the final words in his tiny notebook, Rice Park took this last moment to gaze from the window at the blue starry sky reflected in the huge lake lying eerily still hundreds of feet below. He wondered what it would be like to fall from that height.
“Come out, Ricey. We’re not going to hurt you,” taunted the voice from Rice’s bedroom. Rice remained motionless.
“You must understand, Rice, you’ve committed a very serious crime, you have. You must pay your dues.” Rice Park continued to gaze from the window.
“So come quietly, and all will be well.” There was silence from the room. “Rice?”
The man standing behind the door to the sanctuary of Rice Park pointed his rifle into the room to see nothing but an open window and an empty desk. And Rice Park thought, just before he made impact with the cool, caressing water below, of the open diary left on the tiny desk in the secret room.
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2711655/1/Rice_Park_Dead_End
This is just the prologue. If I get enough requests, I'll post the subsequent chapters.
Rice Park tore down the dark, abandoned corridor leading to his bedroom. He could hear the pounding footsteps of the men who so desperately wanted his life coming ever closer, pounding nearly as fast as his own heart. He fumbled with the doorknob uselessly for a few seconds before wrenching open the heavy wooden door to reveal his bed sitting undisturbed from having been made that morning. Rice ran into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He turned on the spot and pushed on the bare wall to the left of the door to reveal the secret room concealed there. He entered the tiny space, pulling the entrance closed behind him, and trying to make as little noise as his feet would allow. He sat himself down at the small desk tucked away in this sanctuary and began to scribble in the diary which he had been keeping for the past month.
The footsteps stopped.
The secret doorway wasn’t closed all the way.
Hastily finishing the final words in his tiny notebook, Rice Park took this last moment to gaze from the window at the blue starry sky reflected in the huge lake lying eerily still hundreds of feet below. He wondered what it would be like to fall from that height.
“Come out, Ricey. We’re not going to hurt you,” taunted the voice from Rice’s bedroom. Rice remained motionless.
“You must understand, Rice, you’ve committed a very serious crime, you have. You must pay your dues.” Rice Park continued to gaze from the window.
“So come quietly, and all will be well.” There was silence from the room. “Rice?”
The man standing behind the door to the sanctuary of Rice Park pointed his rifle into the room to see nothing but an open window and an empty desk. And Rice Park thought, just before he made impact with the cool, caressing water below, of the open diary left on the tiny desk in the secret room.