Chapter-4_Waking Nightmare
Grant awoke, still groggy, to a click. It sounded like a lock. Grant looked over to see Lisa beside him, still asleep, breathing softly. He smiled, her warmth against him. He wanted to touch her, but was afraid it wouldn't be proper. After all, it didn't seem to have been his choice to have sex with her.
There it was again, a faint click then a slight creaking. Grant remembered what the front door sounded like. Sudden fear washed over Grant. "Lisa, wake up. Do you have a roommate?" Lisa didn't move. "Lisa!" Grant hissed, "Wake up!" Still nothing. Grant quietly lifted the covers and slid out of bed. He found his jeans on the floor and hurridly put them on. His foot snagged on the pant leg which almost sent him tumbling forward. The floor squeeked. He froze. Listening for anything. Grant slowly buttoned his jeans, then zipped them up. Then he headed for the bedroom door.
Just as he reached it, he noticed the door nob slowly turning. He froze in horror, not knowing what to do. He side stepped, and flatted himself against the wall behind the door. He held his breath, his heart almost forcing his breath out of him with each beat. The first thing he saw was the silencer, then the barrel of a hand gun. Oh fuck. As he watched, the arm followed the gun, then he saw the foot. He panicked. With as much force as he could, he slammed the door into the intruder. A crack exploded out of the gun and the bedroom window spidered, a hole in the middle of the web.
The intruder yelped, as he hit the wall. Grant re-cocked the door and slammed it again. This time it hit the intruders foot, the force breaking the door off it's hinges. The masked man swung the gun toward Grant, but Grant grabbed it, stopping it's course toward his body. With a sudden strength, the man slammed his palm into Grants chest, knocking him back againt the wall, but Grant managed to keep hold of the man's wrist, and used the wall to push back. As he did, the man shifted his weight, and flung Grant past him into the wall dividing the bathroom from the bedroom. Grant's back slammed into the wall, but his hand was clung to the gun hand. But as Grant tried to recover, the masked gunman grabbed him around the neck, pulled him forward, then with a force Grant couldn't have expected, threw him completly through the wall into the bathroom. Grant felt the 2x4 studs give way along with the 2 layers of sheetrock.
Grant lay motionless. The gunman stepped through the hole in the wall, gun still in hand. "You stupid little shit, what did you think you were going to do." And with that, the man reached down and picked Grant up by his neck, almost lifting him clean off the floor. Grant struggled, holding onto the man's arm with his left hand. "Who are you" Grant groaned, barely able to speak. "Oh, you know who I am Harvark, I told you I'd come for you. You really did dissapoint me though old friend, I thought you'd be a bit more of a challenge." The gunman slowly brought the pistol up from his side.
A sickening thunk and crack was heard, followed by the masked man's cry of agony. The assassin's dark jacket was pushed away from his back by a sharp object. His eyes widened as he looked down. There, firmly in Grants hands, was a piece of conduit that had been broken off as Grant passed through the wall. It was now sticking completely through the man, from his belly, through his upper back. He dropped Grant and stumbled backward. "W-where did that come from." The man gasped, and looked back at Grant. He slowly raised the gun again, "You shouldn't have stopped, you dumb fuck." The gun was almost pointed right at Grant's head, when his mask exploded, brain matter and bits of skull exploded out his forhead. His lifeless body fell to the ground, and Grant suddenly focused on Lisa, still holding the .40 Cal up where the man's head used to be. She had a horrified look on her face. Her hand started to shake. Then, she started to cry.