CAUGHT IN THE SPIDER S WEB

As I walked towards her, I felt that something unthinkable was about to happen. But I tried to shake that feeling off since it was probably just the nerves talking. At last, I arrived at the table where she was sitting.

She glanced up and nodded. I answered with a nod and sat down. I was too nervous to even pretend to order something from the café. Then, she, without taking her of the menu, asked:

-Do you have something for me?

I immediately grabbed my brown, traditional suitcase and opened it. There was only one folder, but that folder had many pages of detailed information of the President’s dark hobby. Each page had at least one gruesome picture, so I was actually relieved to get it off my hands. Three months exclusively working on that can really make someone lose their mind. But not me. I held on.

I pushed the suitcase across the table, and it ended facing her. She pulled the folder to her and quickly rushed through the pages. I was expecting for her to be shocked, disgusted or at least mildly disturbed, but she didn’t even blink. I was astonished at her reaction, or to put it better, the lack of one. She just said:

-Seems like everything is in order. It was nice working with you. And you really ended your last mission in glory. Well done!

Stop. Something’s wrong. Why did she say “last mission”? I thought I was only getting started… In a fraction of a second, I saw a glimmer of light passing through my eyes and my gut just said “Duck”.

I immediately dove down as the glass began to shatter with a bullet running through it. Everyone started screaming and running so I joined them in order to confuse the shooter. I followed the hysterical group outside and then I turned to a dark route:

-There is no way the shooter can hit me here.

I was just about to turn left when I suddenly saw two really tall and strong men who held me down instantly. I was hopeless, there was no way I could escape from there. Then suddenly a man with a big needle filled with a blue liquid approached me. I tried to shake so it would be more difficult for him to reach me but the two grabbing me, held me even tighter.

The man proceeded to perforate my neck and plunging the liquid in. It must have been some kind of anesthesia because I immediately felt more and more sleepy.

And with a useless effort to open my eyes, the last thing I saw as I fell into an unconscious state was the President’s twisted grin.

Miguel F.