Chapter One
Tick. Tock.
The barrel was pointed directly at Stewart but even with the threat Eames could not pull the trigger.
"Fives seconds left. What are you going to do Eames?"
Stewart was five feet from the edge of the ship. His hand was outstretched and hovering towards the railing. Sweat rolled down Eames's eyes. He could not muster the power to shoot.
"Stewart, come back," Eames put the gun away and motioned for Stewart to walk back towards him like a lost child. "We fan fix this."
Stewart shrugged. "I know. Tell Cobb the combination to the lock is in the captain's quarters," he looked up at the blackening skies and closed his eyes with a thin smile. "This is a good time," Stewart stepped forward.
"No!" Eames darted forward but three shots from Stewart's flash of his pocketed fun and Eames was grounded.
"Two in the chest" Stewart pointed at the gaping wounds, "and one in the shoulder."
Eames wrapped his arms around his chest. His body hunched and stretched from the waves of pain that was now rippling through his senses.
Stewart looked at his watch. "You could've left this alone Eames. Cobb got what he came for but you had to go for the gold, didn't you? Four seconds left for Arthur's cue and another four minutes for you. That's a whole four minutes in a pain you didn't need."
"I could've shot you. Don't you take that into consideration?" Eames wheezed.
"You didn't shoot me and that makes me lucky. You? Not so much," Stewart was now pulling himself over the railing of the ship. "What's the music going to be this time?"
Eames did not say.
"How about a little Jonnie Ray? I love that single…Cry."
Eames shook his head in denial. "How are you doing this? How could you have changed everything?"
Stewart, the young twenty year old man in a fitted suit, smiled and shrugged. "When you're this lucid," he felt the cold waters splashing behind his back," you're God."
Suddenly what should have been Nat King Cole singing through the oceans was now replaced with a new lyric.
"…If you're heartaches seem to hang around too long…"
"Impossible," Eames was in complete denial.
"Goodbye Eames. I hope you enjoy your stay," Stewart winked at the wounded man and let go of the railing.
Eames grunted as he tried to lunge forward but the pain was unbearable. He only fell sideways in an agonizing squirm. The ship continued to rock back and forth.
Ariadne rushed next to Eames who was now leaning against the wall.
"How did we get ourselves into this?" She panicked.
Eames shrugged. "This was a bad idea from the start."
"Is he ever going to wake up?" Ariadne watched as the waves battering the ship continued to push the vessel in different directions.
"Hell if I know. Tell me, do you know when people come out of comas?" Eames checked his watch and realized they had completely missed the cue.
Tick. Tock.
Splinter
Written by Efrain Hernandez
Inspired by "Inception" by Christopher Nolan
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