The Box

 

   The night was dark. Nothing stirred but the wind. In a dark alleyway, in the city of Los Angeles, among the noise of sirens and cars, stood a man, alone. He held a box. He knew that the thing inside the box was very powerful. He also knew that the thing was wanted very badly. But he didn’t dare open it. Because if he did, he would die. He was instructed not to open it.    The man waited… for something. He waited till the city was at its quietest, with just a few background noises. Around 1:42, another man came. His face was hidden by the high collar of his jacket. A hat was pulled down over the eyes. This new man came down the alley and raised his hand, his fingers making a motion. They went rapidly, but the first man, who had been in the alley longer, knew sign language.    The fingers spelled: I have come for the package from hell. This was the signal. The first man came up to the new one, and handed the package over. It rustled as it passed fingers. The man who held the box now was wearing gloves. The other man went away and disappeared.    The gloved figure, with his long jacket, was smiling triumphantly.      He was waiting. The plane was whirring silently behind him. It was one of those stealth jets. He looked at the box. It was ordinary, small. One might have mistaken it for a simple package. But what was inside was very complex. Only five people in the world knew what it was. One of them was coming for it.    He waited no longer. A lone figure was coming slowly down the runway in a limousine. It advanced toward the runway at a normal pace. But the driver seemed to be impatient. And so was the man holding the box. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.    The man came out of the car. It was the President. The President walked quickly to the gloved man. He grabbed the box and shook it. A rustle sounded from inside. He quickly did a series of tests on it: X-rays, weight, and thermal imaging. When he was sure that this was the package, he took it and boarded the plane. The gloved man left.    The President struggled with the package through the flight. It was the most powerful thing in the world. Anyone would be tempted to use it. The flight went on into Germany. It continued into the mountains, where a large cave was hidden by a camouflaged door. One side of the mountain opened up, and the plane went in. Revealed to the eyes of the passengers onto the plane was a runway/hangar, with a large Swastika drawn in the middle. The President got out of his plane, with the box, and continued down to the other side. There stood one of the most infamous neo-Nazi leaders. He quickly took the box from the President and looked at the box as if something holy was in it. The President was frowning. The neo-Nazi leader shooed the President away, and the President, relieved, started away.    He let down his guard. The neo-Nazi leader signaled, and suddenly hidden snipers pulled their triggers. A barrage of bullets rained down on the president and his plane. The neo-Nazi leader just walked away calmly, still looking at the box with reverence.    Finally, finally, he had it! The neo-Nazi went into a room with a large table in the center and placed the box down on it. The spectators in the room oohed and awed. The neo-Nazi just smiled. He carefully opened the box.       That night, the screams of the neo-Nazi and the spectators in the room were heard all over the mountains. Meanwhile, the box… the Box… was never heard of again…

Hey! I tried to write a story where no one thought, and it seemed to turn out OK! If you want to, you can theorize about the Box...

ASGPwriter ASGPwriter
18-21
Feb 25, 2009