Chapter4

Date-December 12, 11:42 AM

Location- ?

After some time, Apollo had managed to sit up on his knees. He didn't dare attempt to stand again, as the first time had left the bandages on his right arm blood stained. Instead, he hobbled about on his knees, making his way slowly over to the door.
If he could manage to see out the window, he might be able to figure out where he was. That was the first step to figuring out what had happened to him.
Reaching the far wall, Apollo turned and placed his back against the smooth surface. The concrete was cold against his shoulder blades, and he stiffened at the chill. Slowly, he unfolded his legs and planted his feet on the floor. Pressing his back against the Wall, Apollo used his bare feet to scoot to a standing position. Once he was vertical, he turned so that all of his weight was supported by his shoulder, wincing at the pressure on his bandages.
In this way Apollo cautiously approached the door. One step at a time, carefully planting each foot before lifting the next. As he got nearer, anticipation began to build in his stomach. That tiny window was his last hope. There was no way to tell where he was just from looking at the inside of the room. Perhaps by peeking out he could glimpse a sign, or a landmark he recognized.
Right now, he felt like he was trapped in a box that was floating in space. While he was sure his situation was bad inside the room, the world outside was completely unknown. He needed to establish his surroundings before he could plan any kind of escape.
Apollo had reached the window. He stood with his back flat against the door, and rotated his head to peer out from the side of the small window. It was at exactly his eye level; he was glad he wouldn't have to stretch to see out.
The window looked out onto a long corridor. Brightly lit by fluorescent bulbs, it stretched away to the left at least 100 feet, and at its end was a set of stairs that curved away into darkness. Along the walls were a number of other doors, similar to the one he was standing behind. They were all closed and padlocked, and over their windows were pieces of paper with varying numbers and letters. The codes seemed familiar to him somehow.
There were pipes along the walls, with fire sprinklers at set intervals. He could see what appeared to be an electrical box on the far wall by the staircase. There was a piece of paper taped to it but Apollo couldn't see what it said from so far away.
"Ok", Apollo thought, closing his eyes and doing his best to imagine he was in court. He made a mental file of everything he saw, thumbing through it in his head. "It's got to be industrial," he said to himself. "That style of piping is too heavy duty for a home. There's no windows, and the stairs only go up, so this is probably some kind of basement." He glanced again at the fuse box. It was big. Bigger than he'd seen before. "Lots of fuses... Lots of circuits... Lots of floors?" He pondered.
Somewhere on the other side of the door, a phone rang.
Startled, Apollo tripped backwards and fell away from the door. Could that be his captor? Or was it someone who didn't even know he was there? Apollo decided that if it was his captor, he didn't want them to know he had seen out the door. Laying on his back, he half-crawled, half-scooted backwards towards the bed.
From out in the hallway he heard a voice. It was loud and energetic sounding, but muffled by the thick door and wall. At the same time there was a metallic jangling as keys brushed metal.
Apollo caught himself sweating. The door was unlocked. He was either about to be rescued, or to meet his kidnapper straight on.
The door swung open. Apollo gasped in shock.
Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the bright bulb lighting, was detective Fullbright.
Apollos heart soared. "I'm being rescued!" He thought ecstatically, feeling tears of relief well up in his eyes.
Detective Fullbright crossed the room without saying anything. Apollo was too relieved to notice the odd look in his eye. "Detective!" Apollo cried as best he could through the gag.
Fullbright approached Apollo, and without stopping swung his foot up, kicking Apollo square in the temple.
Apollo slammed to the ground, lights exploding behind his eyes. He couldn't think. His mind was grasping at straws, trying desperately to rationalize what had just happened. His head throbbed, though he wasn't sure if it was from the kick, or his confusion.
Fullbright squatted into Apollos line of sight. He smiled and cocked his head.
"Surprised?"