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Time Trap

By Danele J. Rotharmel

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Wade Kingston stumbled against the wall. Breathing heavily, he raised a hand to his temple and felt blood. Behind him, he could hear footsteps. Forcing his body to move, he lurched down the hall. His fingers fumbled frantically as he dialed his phone. He’d left a message on Dr. Ableman’s machine, but he didn’t know when Dr. Ableman would receive it—he needed to contact Peter.

“This is W-Wade,” he said in a slurred voice as the call connected. “We’ve got trouble at TEMCO. I was working late, and I saw—”

“You have reached the voicemail box of Director Peter Matthews. I’m unable to take your call right now, but if you leave—”

With an impatient motion, Wade disconnected the call and dialed Laura Nelson’s number. As it rang, he staggered toward the marble staircase leading to the lobby. Suddenly, footsteps rushed toward him. Swinging around, Wade raised his arm to protect his head. A baseball bat slammed across his chest. Wade’s phone flew from his hand and fell to the landing below.

Seeing the bat being raised again, Wade stepped back. His feet found nothing but air. In a blind panic, he reached for the banister but missed. White light flashed behind his eyes as he plummeted down the stairs and landed in a heap at the bottom. Looking up, he saw his attacker approaching with the baseball bat in hand.

“You just had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong, didn’t you?” a voice hissed.

Wade tried to get up but couldn’t move his legs. Rolling onto his belly, he dragged himself across the floor. The exit sign blurred. Pain was making him nauseous. Choking on blood, he continued to drag his useless lower limbs toward the door.

Footsteps approached. “Do you honestly think you’re going anywhere?”

Wade tried to drag himself a few more inches, but steel-toed boots stepped on his fingers. Looking up, he saw the baseball bat hurtling toward his head.

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