Running Terror, a radio dramas fanfic

Vous ne savez pas de douleur.

Parce que la douleur et la peur portent le même visage.

La douleur est un chef-d'œuvre exquis.

Et la peur est le sublime.

ce qui est le bon sens Immobile.?????

L' Ange' De mourir

Je' viens vue le' Ange' du Mourir dans le'

veux du beaucoup personne 's.

Le' temps ce' pres, le' temps ce' a' main,

quand obcurite' voulez tomber sur le' terre.

Two young men on a metro train early on a Sunday evening,

(mid to late 20's) both are students and are discussing the events of

the day. As the train starts to slow down (As its pulling into a station)

we hear "prochain station Bonaventure Passengers file in and out of the

trains cars. A young lady (Very good looking obviously one of the local

working girls) sits down in the seat next to the door across from the

two young men. After some amorous looks across the aisle way, the conversation begins...

Female: Bonjour.

Don: Bonjour.

Female: Je m appelle Anisette comment appellez vous.?

Don: Je ne parle pas Francis, parle vous Anglais.??

Anisette: Oh you speak English, my name is Anisette but my friends call me Anni.

(In a heavy French Accent)

Don: My name is Don and this is my friend Dave.

Dave: Allo.

Anisette: Are you on your way home.??

Don: Yeah (Dave nods his head in the affirmative)

Don: We were out at Son Montreal working on a recording project for school.

Neither Don nor I or the young lady noticed the two thugs walking into the metro car from of the train.

Anisette: Oh so you are both students, are you both musicians.?

Don: Well yeah both of us play guitar

I could see in his eyes the way that Don is thinking about this woman, and how he can get rid of me to be alone with her so he could as he would say "Get Put" As I'm noticing this we all notice two men walking from the other end of the metro car.

Dave: Don is majoring in recording engineering and studio production, and I'm majoring in recording engineering and music business management.(In the background we hear prochain station Square Victoria)

Don: Hey what stop are you getting off at.?(looking directly at Anisette)

Anisette: Well I'm going as...

Before Anni can finish what she is saying there are two very menacing looking men standing in front of her. Both look to be in there early 20s both look very threatening. they have the look of tough street punks. The way they are dressed is very paramilitary maybe gang members, maybe not.

Punk 1:(To Anisette, with a heavy French accent) what are you speaking to this worthless English trash for.

Punk 2:(To Anisette, with a heavy French accent) Why don't you stick to your own

kind, stop hanging around with trash.

Don:Ya know the only trash I see around here is standing in front of me.

Punks:(in unison) What did you say.?

Don: I said piss off eh.!

As the train lunges to a stop the tough standing closest to Don takes a swipe at him.

and misses Don returns the favor with a sucker punch to the balls. He is absolutely dumbfounded, bending over screaming in surprise and pain.

The doors to the car swing open, and people start Milling in and out

Don: Run...Dave RUN!!!!!

Both Don and I make a bolting leap for the door closest to where

they are sitting. To add insult to injury Don pushes the Punk that he punched

to the floor as he's bolting out the door of the metro. The other punk try's

to get a purchase on Don, gets tangled up in other passengers, then pushes his way

out the door. Our aggressor who was licking the linoleum just makes it

out as the door closes.

I hear a scream Get Them !!

Don yells to me. Head for Emile's store (Yelling as he's Running)

We ran down the long corridor and up the staircase that cut through Centre commerce Mondial De Montreal out to Rue St Jacques. We ran across St Jacques to McGill looking for the alleyway that cut's through to Ste Helene right to Emile's store. We run down what we think is the right alley … it's a dead end, we can hear the yelling "cette voie, cette voie, this way, this way. The alley way was narrow at the opening, and then widened to the left, to what looked like the back entrance to a store or office. There were two cars and a delivery van parked against the far wall. I can hear our pursuers at the narrow opening of the alley, Don looks at me and signals to hide under the truck.

They are stomping their feet as they start down the alley yelling, vos morts, nous allons vous tuer, nous allons vous tuer, vos morts. I'm frozen, whipping my head around wildly its throbbing, from all the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I move to the car parked closest to me and try to shove my self under it, I can hear Don whispering hide Dave hide. There is a small space between the wall and the car, I squeeze my self in between the car and the wall, suspending my self horizontally with my arms and my knees.

I hear whispers, and feel the car move slightly as one of them gets down to look underneath then comes around to the end of the car. I can swear that he is looking right at me. I suddenly hear scuffling, muffled voices and a thud, I carefully push myself up so I can look through the car window out into the alley I can see that they the have dragged Don out from under the truck. One punk is holding him down and yelling où est votre ami où est votre ami while the other is pummeling on his face. Then they drag him out of the alley into the dark.

They were gone. I came out from behind the car and looked up the alley, I felt the silence, there was a slight breeze, and it had begun to rain. I stood there for a moment, in shock, not completely comprehending what just happened. I took three or four steps forward…. fell to my knees and puked.

I don't remember how or even what time I got back to the apartment that night. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed to the aroma of fresh coffee, eggs and bacon. I thought it was all a bad dream.