Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, a very short one-shot for Blue Shift. I always quick-save right before this point.
The lift's stuck. Again. Bates won't shut up about it, just like any other day, any other problem. Granted, we called security over thirty minutes ago, but ranting and raving about it won't make them come any faster. Neither will tapping one's foot incessantly. God, that's annoying.
"Well, it's about time," he exclaims. I turn to see a security guard approaching the elevator. "We don't pay you people to mosey around at your own convenience. Make this thing work so we can get on with this miserable day!"
He turns his back to the guard, whose face contorts for a split second into an expression of intense anger, almost rage. Then he regains composure, his expression softening to a look of resignation. I'm actually disappointed; I was hoping he would fly off the handle, tell Bates off. It's about time someone did. With a light sigh the guard glances at me before reaching for his keys. I look at Bates. I really want to tell him to lay off, that the man's only trying to do his job. But he's my supervisor and at this point, he would probably report me to HR, or maybe even the administrator himself. I hear him give a huff of impatience as the guard—the hell?
BLAM!
A deafening sound.
Bates falls forward, blood starts pouring from the back of...
God. He didn't. The guard...
"Oh dear!"
BLAM!
A searing pain in my chest knocks me to the floor. I can't breathe. The guard's still standing there. He points the gun at my face, takes a step toward me. He's gonna get fired for—
BLAM!