Julians in trouble in this weeks snippet!
Julian opened his eyes laying there disorientated for a moment, what was that?
“Hellllllllpppppp m—!!!!” The cry for help was cut abruptly short.
Julian sat up and looked around for a moment. Was he still dreaming or did he really hear those noises?
He heard a shuffle in the hallway. He quickly rolled out of bed and into a crouch on the floor just as the door swung open and someone stepped into the room. His heart was pounding in his chest. He looked under the bed, in the darkness he could just make out the outline of a pair heavy black boots standing just inside his door.
“Come on out Julian, I don’t want to make this any harder on you than it has to be.” The voice was quiet with an accent that Julian couldn’t quite recognize. This person certainly wasn’t some one who wanted to pay them a polite social call. And how did this guy know his name?
Julian grabbed the baseball bat that he had stuffed left under his bed just as the fee wearing the boots started to move and walk around the edge of the bed. He waited for a moment, took a deep breath, and rose with a shout and swung his bat will all his might.
He caught the guy standing in the middle of his room by complete surprise. His bat’s arc hit the man square on his shoulder.
The man in the ski mask howled in pain and cursed in a Chinese dialect he didn’t understand. Then he dropped down on his knees. Another man wearing an identical ski mask as the first soon appeared at the door and started towards Julian.
Julian still held his bat aloft and used it to ward off any further attacks coming from the men. The other man stopped his beside his fallen comrade, who was still on the floor writhing in pain.
Who are these guys? Julian thought. And what in the hell were they doing in his house?
Julian tried to think of what he was going to do next when the man that had just entered spoke to him.
“Julian, you are coming with us one way or another, my dear boy.” The man’s accent was clearer that the others and Julian realized that they were both Chinese.
What in the hell was going on here?
“I am not going with you anywhere.” He said with as much of a threatening tone as he could muster.
“Oh but I think you are. And that bat you hold is not going to be able to protect you forever you know. You will get tired of fending us off soon and that is when you, my dear boy, will make a mistake and then we will have you.” His partner was already rising to his feet and shaking off the pain in his shoulder. So much for it being broken.
“Oh I don’t think so.” He was trying to sound confident. He thought maybe these guys would decide that they might be at a slight disadvantage and leave him be.
Where is Martha? Is she alright? The thoughts stuck him as he remembered the crash and the cry for help that had been cut short.