Eye for an Eye
Sometimes, you have to break a few eggs, Meg thought, whacking the machine with a steel pipe one more time. In slow motion, it toppled from its stand and landed on the floor with a sickening thud.
Meg stared at the broken cryopreservation unit, watching liquid nitrogen seep out, sending misty tendrils up into the air. Probably not a good idea to stand over the crime scene, weapon in hand, she thought. She grabbed the paperwork from the wreckage and slipped out the side door.
The clinic’s alarms screamed indignantly for the security guards that Meg had barricaded in the control room on her way in. She knew they weren’t coming, but assumed they’d called for back-up, which gave her very little time to get out of the building.
Heart pounding, Meg raced for the back exit, hoping she could reach the anomaly before the window closed. She heard sirens approaching as she shoved the door open, racing around the corner, ready to jump in the getaway car. Meg stopped in her tracks. The car sat quietly while the man she’d paid to drive leaned casually against it. Smugness oozed from his smile.
“What’s up?” Meg asked.
The man jingled the keys in his hand. “I’ve decided I want a bigger fee,” he said.
Meg tilted her head and studied him, “I see,” she said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
She’d come so far; she wasn’t about to let anything get in her way. In one fluid motion, she lifted the pipe that was still clutched in her hand and leapt at the man. Shock replaced smug as the pipe connected with his skull and he dropped into unconsciousness. Meg stepped over him, collected the keys and got in the car.
It had been years since she’d driven a car, but she remembered the basics and managed to steer it onto the road and past the emergency vehicles. She knew they would follow her, but she was counting on making it to the anomaly before it closed. And she was betting no one would follow her past that point.
Suddenly, there it was. Hanging like a liquid moon over a field of wheat at the side of the road. Meg slammed on the brakes and burst from the car into the field, running as fast as her heart and legs could carry her. She heard voices yelling behind her but she didn’t stop. She needed to know if her plan had worked. She reached the edge of the anomaly and dove in. And then she was falling through viscous light. Going home.
When she opened her eyes, she was standing in the grass outside her house. She pulled the crumpled paperwork from her back pocket. On it were two names. The parents of the man who had murdered her sister Julie. Meg heard the front door open and she looked up. Julie stepped out onto the porch.
Elated and exhausted, Meg collapsed in the grass.
This is my submission for this week’s Speakeasy challenge #105. But because it is my sister’s birthday tomorrow, this post is also dedicated to her. Happy Birthday Julia!
Okay, so here are the rules: This week, submissions must be under 500 words and they must also deal with a theme, which is The Future. In addition, submissions must contain the following line (they don’t have to begin with it this week, but it has to be in your piece):
She wasn’t about to let anything get in her way.
Finally, submissions must make some reference to the photo prompt, which is the following image: