Brick by Johnson Rian

Author:Johnson, Rian [Johnson, Rian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction.Thriller/Suspense, Adapted into Film, Fiction.Mystery/Detective, Fiction.Hardboiled/Noir
Published: 2017-07-08T00:00:00+00:00

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The next morning I opened my locker and a note fell out. It was folded into a star. I smoothed it out. “TWELVE THIRTY PICO + ALEXANDER”. I stood frozen looking at it while the locker cage emptied around me. I pulled the other note from my pocket and compared them. Different handwriting. The class bell rang. The locker cage was deserted except for me, and silent except for heavy footfalls which drew my attention from the notes. It wasn’t deserted after all. A big kid with a lumpish face walked towards me. He wore a black trench coat over his bulbous shoulders, and his black hair came down over his eyes like a sheepdog’s.

“You the Pin’s?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but kept coming towards me. “So what’s his answer?” He kept coming. My body tensed, and I tightened my hand into a fist.

When he was five feet away I heard a metallic click, and a long slender switchblade gleamed in his right paw. My fist and body slackened and I jumped backwards as he swiped the knife at my torso. Before he had wound up for another slash I was running.

The wind rushed in my ears as I ran across the campus square. The lug was close behind me. I dodged over a bench, through a hedge and into the covered hallways on the west side of campus. Our footfalls clapped on the cement, mine quick and sharp, his heavy and thick. I flew around corners, skidded and doubled back, losing sight of him. I stopped, heart pounding, with hallways to either side of me. His footfalls echoed from wherever they were coming from such that they seemed to be on either side. Making a choice, I dashed down the left hallway. Wrong choice. The lug loomed over me, his knife hand flashing. My jacket’s shoulder tore open, and the white filling inside turned red. I stumbled back blindly, got my footing and got out of reach just as the knife swung back again.

He chased me down a long straight hallway, footsteps clattering wildly. I huffed and puffed and sprinted the last half of it, getting about forty feet of a lead on him before rounding the corner.

I ran about ten paces down the hall then slid into a sitting position. The lug’s footfalls were coming down the long hallway. I kicked my shoes off. His steps quickened and got very loud, very near. I was up, running towards the corner I had just come around, towards the lug, but I was running silently now. He was not. His clanging steps crashed like cymbals in my ears as we both came around the same corner in opposite directions at full speed. I slid like a baseball player, driving my legs into his. They tangled, and the lug pitched forward with frightening momentum. He hit the hall’s metal handrail with his arms and head, a hollow gong reverberated and he fell like a puppet with its strings cut.

After I had caught my breath I put my shoes on and quickly searched him.

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