Little man (freewrite)
They came running down the stairs. In groups of ten.
Then five.
Then just one. It wasn't running anymore, it was more like hopping along in a little grotesque dance. The watcher let that one slide and hurried on down the corridor. The building was now conveniently empty.
All his employees had come crying out at the fist sign of trouble.
They were all safe.
And he couldn't care less.
The short scientist with the unkempt mustache came closer to the outside door, the door that would lead him to freedom, or at least, moderate safety. Within inches, but then he stood still.
In the burning building, amid the ashes and smoke, he remembered that one of his employees was still in his office.
How strange, to have forgotten him – he was, after all, his favorite. The only one he had truly befriended in this time here.
The little man turned around and ran up the stairs. The floor was hot now, so the little scientist was doing his own little awkward dance.
He drew in the smoke and the smoke drew him back until they were pulling at each other, becoming co-existing organisms.
But such organisms can't co-exist for long and one would soon consume the other.
The little scientist man reached the top of the ladder and the top of the building and pushed through the door.
And there his friend was, scared and huddled in a corner, with no means to escape. The scientist man took the little chain from around his neck, busted open the door to his friend's office and picked him up.
But there was no more time.
No time for making it down the stairs.
No more time for grotesque dances.
The little scientist, clutching his little friend to his chest, pushed open the window and jumped.
The little scientist man landed on his back and his spine cracked. But his friend escaped.
Unhurt.
what a story!! I am glad he went back but not that he cracked his spine...