Red Mist - Evan

Evan saw the other man’s eyes widen with fear. He turned, confused, and found himself taken aback by a fifth person in the room, someone he hadn’t noticed before. Light from the windows reflected on something smooth in the woman’s hand, blinding him momentarily. Squinting, he managed to make out the outline of a small black shape, pointing across the room.

Without a word, he threw his arms around the girl still doubled over next to him and used his weight to drag her to the floor. He lay with her, hidden from the line of fire by the row of seats.

“What are you doing?” She cried from underneath him - oblivious to the chaos around her.

Evan shushed her. “Stay calm. She has a gun.”


He put a finger to his lips. Although the girl quietened, she wriggled in an attempt to get away from him.

“Do you want to get shot?” He asked, his voice forceful.
“I don’t need protecting. Get off!”

Evan obliged, but with a swift movement pushed his charge underneath the seats, lying across her exit to imprison her in a makeshift cage.

“Callie?” Someone recognised the woman wielding the gun.

With slow movements, still trying to contain the girl he’d pushed under the seats, Evan sat up and peered over the backs of the chairs.

He saw a woman with the same red hair and model looks as the receptionist. Callie.

“Callie?” The receptionist stammered, aghast. “When did they let you out? I thought you were still supposed to be inside!”

The End

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