The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning by Julienne Holmes Page B
Authors: Julienne Holmes
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that or any of the other questions that kept looming their ugly heads at her.
“ Lets get out of here...” when Kyle said this, she again looked back at the closed apartment door.
She had been so out of it, that she hadn't noticed that he had walked past her to the door. Yet, now, that she was watching him, she had this horrible urge to stop him.
As Kyle reached for the door handle, he said, “This place gives me the creeps...Did you notice no one was out there in the hallway?”
Genevieve was having such a hard time finding her voice, that she couldn't even get the warning out, before he yanked the door open.
It was like in slow motion. No sooner was the door coming open, was she rushing toward him to close it.
Yet, she couldn't get to him fast enough.
As they both stood there looking surprisingly at the five men that had accosted her earlier that day, Genevieve instinctively reached for her holstered weapon.
She couldn't put her finger on what was wrong with these five wannabees, but they looked different from that day. Their faces were grayish pasty, and there was this sinister look in their eyes that hadn't been there before.
“Hey, baby...” the one standing nose to nose with Kyle, looked directly at her. “Want to shove your gun up my ass, now...”
Kyle must of noticed their strangeness himself, because one minute he was standing there still holding the door and the next minute he was slamming it in the faces of the men who stood on the other side of it.
Because Genevieve was still grappling with what was happening in front of her; she was having a difficult time moving from her spot. As she perplexedly watched Kyle ram his shoulder against the door, she couldn't help being astonished by how strong these five men were. Her partner was no wuss, he had his share of muscles and could best any man in a fist fight.
Yet, these men on the other side of the door, who had wussy muscles and only one out of the five had a lot fat on him, were giving Kyle a run for his money.
They were pushing so hard against the door, that Kyle was working extra hard, just to keep the door shut.
This whole situation was right out of one of those B horror movies; Genevieve stood there, unable to move. And the room, except for the beating of her own heart, was totally void of sound. What had Genevieve even more paralyzed in place, was knowing that she should move.
There was something so disconcerting about the situation. The whole time that she stood there, fixated on nothing, yet fixated on something; she hadn't a clue on how long she was paralyzed in place.
Yet, what had her eventually moving, was when Kyle yelled out, “Gen..., help me!” that's when she came out of her dazed state, and her brain was finally able to make her eyes see what was in front of her. She noticed how her partner was throwing his shoulder into the door, trying to use his upper body strength to keep it close.
Swiftly re-holstering her gun, she hurried over to him and tried using her strength to help with keeping the door closed.
Yet, no matter what they did, the five men on the other side of the door were adamant about getting in with them.
It was when one of the men found a way to wedge his arm through the slight opening, that Genevieve's survival instincts kicked in. They needed to get out of there, but the only way out was through the door that had the wannabee bozos on the other side – fat chance of them going out that way.
Unless...
Hesitating a glance over her shoulder at the bedroom, Genevieve tried figuring on how many stairs they had climbed to get to this apartment. She hadn't been paying attention.
The second floor!!!
That's what her brain kept screaming.
You're on the second floor, idiot!!!
Hastily glancing over at her partner, she said, “Kyle...,” he looked at her. “when I give you the signal, get ready to run back towards the bedroom.”
“Are you crazy...! We'll be boxed in!”
“ No we won't...” when their
“ Lets get out of here...” when Kyle said this, she again looked back at the closed apartment door.
She had been so out of it, that she hadn't noticed that he had walked past her to the door. Yet, now, that she was watching him, she had this horrible urge to stop him.
As Kyle reached for the door handle, he said, “This place gives me the creeps...Did you notice no one was out there in the hallway?”
Genevieve was having such a hard time finding her voice, that she couldn't even get the warning out, before he yanked the door open.
It was like in slow motion. No sooner was the door coming open, was she rushing toward him to close it.
Yet, she couldn't get to him fast enough.
As they both stood there looking surprisingly at the five men that had accosted her earlier that day, Genevieve instinctively reached for her holstered weapon.
She couldn't put her finger on what was wrong with these five wannabees, but they looked different from that day. Their faces were grayish pasty, and there was this sinister look in their eyes that hadn't been there before.
“Hey, baby...” the one standing nose to nose with Kyle, looked directly at her. “Want to shove your gun up my ass, now...”
Kyle must of noticed their strangeness himself, because one minute he was standing there still holding the door and the next minute he was slamming it in the faces of the men who stood on the other side of it.
Because Genevieve was still grappling with what was happening in front of her; she was having a difficult time moving from her spot. As she perplexedly watched Kyle ram his shoulder against the door, she couldn't help being astonished by how strong these five men were. Her partner was no wuss, he had his share of muscles and could best any man in a fist fight.
Yet, these men on the other side of the door, who had wussy muscles and only one out of the five had a lot fat on him, were giving Kyle a run for his money.
They were pushing so hard against the door, that Kyle was working extra hard, just to keep the door shut.
This whole situation was right out of one of those B horror movies; Genevieve stood there, unable to move. And the room, except for the beating of her own heart, was totally void of sound. What had Genevieve even more paralyzed in place, was knowing that she should move.
There was something so disconcerting about the situation. The whole time that she stood there, fixated on nothing, yet fixated on something; she hadn't a clue on how long she was paralyzed in place.
Yet, what had her eventually moving, was when Kyle yelled out, “Gen..., help me!” that's when she came out of her dazed state, and her brain was finally able to make her eyes see what was in front of her. She noticed how her partner was throwing his shoulder into the door, trying to use his upper body strength to keep it close.
Swiftly re-holstering her gun, she hurried over to him and tried using her strength to help with keeping the door closed.
Yet, no matter what they did, the five men on the other side of the door were adamant about getting in with them.
It was when one of the men found a way to wedge his arm through the slight opening, that Genevieve's survival instincts kicked in. They needed to get out of there, but the only way out was through the door that had the wannabee bozos on the other side – fat chance of them going out that way.
Unless...
Hesitating a glance over her shoulder at the bedroom, Genevieve tried figuring on how many stairs they had climbed to get to this apartment. She hadn't been paying attention.
The second floor!!!
That's what her brain kept screaming.
You're on the second floor, idiot!!!
Hastily glancing over at her partner, she said, “Kyle...,” he looked at her. “when I give you the signal, get ready to run back towards the bedroom.”
“Are you crazy...! We'll be boxed in!”
“ No we won't...” when their
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