I wake up, lying on my stomach. The first thing I see are trees probably fifty stories below me. My stomach drops as I instinctively jump back to a safe distance.
“So nice of you to join me,” a scruffy voice says behind me. I flip around to see a man, late thirties, leaning against a metal post.
“Where are we?”
“Who are you?”
“The who is not important. It’s the why.”
“Why did I bring you here? Well, Violet, I’m thrilled you asked. I saw your little pyrotechnic display at your school.”
“How long have I been up here?”
“Ten days. Once your hands started glowing I thought you were going to pass out. Then fire started shooting out of them. It wasn’t until after the explosion that you lost consciousness. I can’t believe you survived. But you know who didn’t? My brother, you filthy mutant.”
He backs me up to the ledge. “Survive this,” he says as he throws me over.
I scream, fully expecting to splat against the ground. But somehow I land gently on my feet.
Wow! I wonder what other neat tricks I can do…
This was written for the Menage Monday challenge at caramichaels.com
100-200 word story based on 3 prompts:
The Phrase: “survive this” must appear somewhere in the story
The Judge’s Prompt: scenario: you woke up…ten days later. What do you do? What do you remember? Where are you? How do you piece everything together?