Short Story Battle

Begin. .. . Title: ESCAPE It was a quite summer morning, and the sun was just starting to rise in the sky when Eric Johnson decided to go for a walk. As Eric walked down Demerest Drive he was looking around carefully, suspiciously even, for you see Eric wasn't only on a walk, he was also scouting the neighborhood for any sign of the police. 'Why would anyone be scouting for police? ' you ask. Well, you see Eric wasn't just any ordinary citizen, no, he was a criminal, a murderer, and if you ever asked him why he killed he would probably say, "I don't kill for money or reward, only for pleasure. " Yes, Eric Johnson was a sinister man indeed. Eric Johnson was tall, with a sun burnt face and a mouth of yellow stained teeth. His breath, they said, smelled like rotting oysters, and his hair was slicked back and oily. He's been on every news station, paper, and special report for the past 6 months. So why was he out here now in broad daylight, looking for cops no less? Simple, Eric always liked a challenge and today just happened to be his lucky day, or was it? "You there, stop" said an out of breath cop as he ran down the street toward Eric. Perfect, a cop, just what Eric was hoping he would find. He started to run, running as fast as he could to the man as he slowly drew a knife from a sheath on his belt, and as he drew closer to the man he froze. Sirens are what froze the Eric, backup that this out of breath cop must of called for, Eric could take down one cop and get away, no problem, but who knows how man is coming now. light on his feet Eric turned and ran as fast as he could back to his house, if he could get there his problem would be solved. Eric finally did get home a few minutes before the cops and instantly started hooking up cords and hoses. Eric ran into the attic and frantically looked for something, pushing boxes, spilling bins until finally he came up with a remote in his hand when he heard. "Come out with your hands up," it was the Chief of police with a donut in one hand (which must be what took so long for him to get here) and a mega phone in the other. "Oh, but officer, I think you forgot about the direction. .. Up. " As he said this with a very amusing laugh that rung out across the neighborhood he hit the button on the remote. The earth its self started to shake, car alarms went off, smoke started to billow out from the bottom house. Gun fire went wild as the cops shot red hot bullets through the cloud of smoke and towards the house. Then the house started to lift off the ground it jutted away from Demerest Drive and up towards the sky. Eric was going up higher and higher, away from the police, away from Demerest Drive, away from the world itself. ‘Ping' that's all Eric heard when his house started to tilt and slowly headed not up, but down farther and farther down until he hit the ground in a huge explosion of dust and wood. Eric got up, the dust making his eyes water, and in his throat he coughed and gasped for air with little prevail until he passed out. Eric awoke to find his house scattered around him, unrecognizable as a house, looking more like just a pile of scrap wood, glass, and tubing. Eric looked around to find some clue as to were he was only to find a sign that said, ‘Folsom maximum-security prison' that's when a cop walked up, the same cop that had been out side his house with the donut which really made Eric wonder how he got here so fast, and said, with a smirk across his lips. "Welcome to prison son, I think you'll really like it here," The End