Thriller Narrative

This world is no longer for the innocent. The reflection of a fiendish smirk glistened on the destroyer encased in heavy admixturethe ultimate weapon, which would leave Moscow, nothing but a sheer memory, constantly lost and to be feared.Well, professor I must agree that your intro certainly has been worthwhile said the cool, hollow voice.The huge figure fearlessly, towered his helpless victim, slumped on the concrete basement of St. Basils Cathedral. His grip on the seven-inch, double barrel handgun tightened, pointing directly at Dawsons throbbing temple, matchless of Russias most prestige biochemist. doomed it you livestocky bastard.go ondo itMy blood-shot eyes bulged, erupting in desirous anger, as my captors grin widened, Oh believe me professor this is only just the author just the beginning? Of what you piece of shit? Your world-wide conquer?The careless point erupt had nearly cost my life as the sudden blow of the handgun butt, sent me backwards, collapsing on th e deadly weapon. My agonizing cry echoed, as my flog snapped swiftly, clenching the tip of my tongue in between, smoothly chiseling it. The stab of pain permeate throughout my withered body, paralyzing me. I stiffened from the shocking blow and touched the separatrix that was now oozing a dark crimson liquid, drenched in a met each(prenominal)ic stench.His dark face grew serious as he simply replied Youll soon learn that even verbal resistance is futile. fight the difficulty to restrain my rising anger no longer I spat out youre blatantly committing human rights violations empathizing each word with endless rage.The tall figure once again, raised the pistol over my coping bringing it down like a hatchet. But then halt and stared into me through his vulture-like, piercing sharp eyes, as if trying to penetrate my interior(a) thoughts. He lowered his claw-like, lean arm and laughed. A hysterical, deathly laugh. A laugh that echoed, reaching every square inch of the murky basem ent and embedding inside my hollow mind.You foolbe warned, your insignificant words may cost your precious lifeWhat do you intend to do with me. You have no exercise of me anymore What more could you want?You exit serve more than you realize, professorYou prevaricator You son of a bitch liar We had a dealfor Gods involvement I build what you wanted what more do you ask for I shrieked with insanity.Prudence and patienceCut the crap you bastardif its me you want address me End my miseryExecute you, no professor I intend to torture you to death he replied calmly, pleased as if he had won a pastry contest.He stepped out of the shadows, grabbing the front of my torn, withered shirt and glared perilously into my eyes. For the first time in weeks, I captured his distinctive features his face was rough, consisting of heights cheekbones, a round chin and a crooked, pointy nose. His cold sadistic look, deepen by a broken nose and a scared forehead, displayed a face that had been rece ntly brutalized. The pain of every aching limb, devoured my sanity, as blood sipped out of my mouth, trailing down my chin and dripping on to my withered clothes. I was alike traumatized, to notice the captor raising the gun up to my forehead and placing the cold mouth on my delicate temple.You have one more purpose to serve, before I get rid of you he said smirking.You wont gain anything keeping me captivefor Gods sake release Ignoring my screams, the captor simply gazed into my eyes and calmly stated his demand.Activate the destroyerBut all the innocent livesyou bastard. you cant possiblyThe pistol dug into my blood-drained skin, silencing myself, I staggered towards the metal encasement. Kneeling beside it, drenched in sweat, my skeletal fingers hovered over the keypad to enfold the six-digit code. I hesitated. The captors finger on the trigger tightened.The better you cooperate will make your remaining time on Earth as easy as possible he sniggered.Leaving me no other choice , I unwisely followed as I was told utterly ignoring the fact that Russias existence was in my hands. As I entered the final digit, an emerald light pulsed indicating the count-down for Russias demise had began.Rays of murky sunshine penetrated the desolate cell, the first sign of light I had witnessed in weeks. But was too late, for my fears have lived. Very soon the deafening call for death would echo through my blank mind. Within a few minutes.fifty lodge minutes, the most hazardous biologically produced man-made chemical would be released, replete not only to kill millions. But enough to wipe out the entire human race of the Asian continent. And absolutely nothing could be done to impede it. Nothing.