Beacon Of Light: Episode one (The ultimate post apocalyptic sci-fi thriller serial) by Luis Samways Page B
Authors: Luis Samways
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was heard at the table as a few men cleared the table and stepped back, cell phones in hand ready to call the ambulance.
‘Hold on, I’ll get help,’ the well-dressed lawyer said to his reeling work buddy.
He had stepped away from the table where he saw the flailing man panic. The blinking red light in the man’s arm had engulfed the room in a light that was now noticeable from all angles of the room. It was as if the skin on the man’s arm was melting away and with it shards of light were penetrating through the now torn arm with flashes or reds and yellows.
The lawyer’s heart was pounding a mile a minute as he decided to heed his words as he ran from the table to try and get some help. He ran through the dining area where countless patrons of the restaurant were scrambling for the exits.
‘Someone get me a doctor, we need a doctor, my friend’s arm….someone please help us,’ the successful lawyer screamed as he shook at random people for help.
No one was stopping as they all bolted for the exits in panic. The lawyer had found himself in fear as he looked around the half empty restaurant. Not one person was prepared to help him and his friend. He turned around to see his friend scream as his arm seemed to disappear in a frenzy of red lights. Even the Japanese people that had come with them to the restaurant had vanished. He looked on in amazement as his friends eyes had locked onto his with one last plea. All the lawyer could muster was a mimed “sorry” as his friend screamed one last time. The room went a bright red as a shower of lights burst through the co-worker. It seemed to escape through every pour in the man’s body. For a few seconds there was nothing but light and then the lights vanished as the man’s body exploded into a mist of red and black.
The lawyer looked on in amazement. In shock, he moved closer to inspect the remains of his co-worker, and then suddenly he looked down at his wrist. The blinking lights had started once more, just like they started blinking on the wrist of his now dead co-worker. That’s why the lawyer is in the sewers right now. Maybe they can’t find him down here. Just maybe he can escape. Whatever happens, he knows that the blinking lights in his wrist had stopped flashing so violently once he made his way underground. Maybe he has enough time to figure this out. Just maybe.
Four
‘So the guy’s dead?’ the man asks the well-dressed woman in his new age styled office.
Fish tanks surround the office in replacement of walls. Sharks and other sea creatures lurk around in the waters as the bright artificial lights bounce the blues and whites of the tanks onto the office floor. The woman catches herself looking at the mirage of lights dancing on the floor. The man behind the desk clears his throat much like a teacher does when they suspect a student isn’t paying attention.
‘I’m sorry Mr Conway. It won’t happen again. As I said on the phone, it’s just a slight glitch,’ the pretty woman says as she still remains fixated on the floor, looking at it as if looking her boss in the eyes would be dangerous at this very moment in time.
‘Miss Harriet, I do suggest you pay attention. After all I could magic up a glitch of my own making,’ Mr Conway says coldly as he looks the woman up and down.
She complies and looks her boss in the eye. He smiles and gets up from his chair. He walks over to her slowly, making his way around the desk. The big army type man’s bulk makes his strides uneven but not so much that anyone would notice, just the more observant people. She notices and every step he takes is another reminder of the power this man holds in his own weight. His sheer mass is enough to intimidate anyone, even Miss Harriet. He reaches for her and puts a stiff, yet gentle hand on her shoulder. It’s much out of context considering the size of his hands. She finds herself wondering why he is being so gentle. Usually he’s much tougher. Usually he’s
‘Hold on, I’ll get help,’ the well-dressed lawyer said to his reeling work buddy.
He had stepped away from the table where he saw the flailing man panic. The blinking red light in the man’s arm had engulfed the room in a light that was now noticeable from all angles of the room. It was as if the skin on the man’s arm was melting away and with it shards of light were penetrating through the now torn arm with flashes or reds and yellows.
The lawyer’s heart was pounding a mile a minute as he decided to heed his words as he ran from the table to try and get some help. He ran through the dining area where countless patrons of the restaurant were scrambling for the exits.
‘Someone get me a doctor, we need a doctor, my friend’s arm….someone please help us,’ the successful lawyer screamed as he shook at random people for help.
No one was stopping as they all bolted for the exits in panic. The lawyer had found himself in fear as he looked around the half empty restaurant. Not one person was prepared to help him and his friend. He turned around to see his friend scream as his arm seemed to disappear in a frenzy of red lights. Even the Japanese people that had come with them to the restaurant had vanished. He looked on in amazement as his friends eyes had locked onto his with one last plea. All the lawyer could muster was a mimed “sorry” as his friend screamed one last time. The room went a bright red as a shower of lights burst through the co-worker. It seemed to escape through every pour in the man’s body. For a few seconds there was nothing but light and then the lights vanished as the man’s body exploded into a mist of red and black.
The lawyer looked on in amazement. In shock, he moved closer to inspect the remains of his co-worker, and then suddenly he looked down at his wrist. The blinking lights had started once more, just like they started blinking on the wrist of his now dead co-worker. That’s why the lawyer is in the sewers right now. Maybe they can’t find him down here. Just maybe he can escape. Whatever happens, he knows that the blinking lights in his wrist had stopped flashing so violently once he made his way underground. Maybe he has enough time to figure this out. Just maybe.
Four
‘So the guy’s dead?’ the man asks the well-dressed woman in his new age styled office.
Fish tanks surround the office in replacement of walls. Sharks and other sea creatures lurk around in the waters as the bright artificial lights bounce the blues and whites of the tanks onto the office floor. The woman catches herself looking at the mirage of lights dancing on the floor. The man behind the desk clears his throat much like a teacher does when they suspect a student isn’t paying attention.
‘I’m sorry Mr Conway. It won’t happen again. As I said on the phone, it’s just a slight glitch,’ the pretty woman says as she still remains fixated on the floor, looking at it as if looking her boss in the eyes would be dangerous at this very moment in time.
‘Miss Harriet, I do suggest you pay attention. After all I could magic up a glitch of my own making,’ Mr Conway says coldly as he looks the woman up and down.
She complies and looks her boss in the eye. He smiles and gets up from his chair. He walks over to her slowly, making his way around the desk. The big army type man’s bulk makes his strides uneven but not so much that anyone would notice, just the more observant people. She notices and every step he takes is another reminder of the power this man holds in his own weight. His sheer mass is enough to intimidate anyone, even Miss Harriet. He reaches for her and puts a stiff, yet gentle hand on her shoulder. It’s much out of context considering the size of his hands. She finds herself wondering why he is being so gentle. Usually he’s much tougher. Usually he’s
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