Stuck in Theatre

Henry Phillips felt the cold air move past his ears as he sat inside a movie theatre. He stared blankly at the white screen which had been removed of its myriad of colours. His hearing sensors grew stronger as the murmurs around him grew louder. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room and he could make out the silhouettes of the inhabitants of the movie house. He looked around at the assortment of figures. He looked at the two girls sitting at the bottom, who were giggling throughout the movie; at the couple sitting in front of him, two semi-bald men.  He could see a rather large family sitting a few rows down, still munching on their popcorn. They seemed oblivious to what had happened.  Henry whispered to his friend beside him, ‘What the hell?’ His friend responded, ‘What the fuck happened to the movie’ in a tone that everyone could hear. Everyone except Henry began booing loudly. This continued for at least a minute until they had realized that their disapproval was going unheard. A guy stood up near the front and headed for the exit. Nobody else moved. He disappeared down the hall and the sound of a door trying to be opened echoed up the steps. Banging followed and a yell. The banging continued as did the yelling. There was no response. There seemed to be a lifeless void filling the air as the crowd anticipated the door to be opened. The man returned and observed the wall of seats. He shrugged his shoulders and said the door was locked. One woman screamed, ‘What the hell is going on? Why would they lock the door during a movie?’ someone else mentioned, ‘In case you haven’t noticed the movie isn’t playing anymore.’ The woman replied, ‘No shit.’ Henry’s friend yelled, ‘Well what do we do now?’ One of the bald men in front of us turned and said, ‘I guess we wait until someone unlocks the door. Shouldn’t be too long. ‘

An hour passed. Nobody had moved and small talk only took place between friends or family. Not one person had made an outburst until one of the girls in the front yelled, ‘The movie would have been over ten minutes ago, maybe we should check the door again.’ The man in the front stood up to tend to his newly formed duty. Door checker. He walked down the hall and the familiar sound of a locked door paraded through the dead silence. The man came back and quietly returned to his seat without saying a word.

A few moments later, everybody left their seats and headed to the passageway that separated the very front seats from the regular seats. My friend said, ‘so what now?’ One of the girls began screaming. Her tone reverberated around the expansive room with shrills as high as a whistle. Her friend was dead. Nobody had noticed the dead girl lying on the dark carpeting with blood spilling from her torso.  Everybody joined the girl with a scream as they darted towards separate corners of the room. The screaming subsided and silence eerily took shape. A nervous patience filled the room. It was suddenly broken when a scream was heard from the corner containing the fat family. It appeared the mother had been killed. She was also lying dead on the carpet, her face mangled. Now everybody ran towards the exit; they converged like a group of pigs as their feeder placed food in their trough. They began banging and screaming at the door. It was no use. Henry Phillips took them one by one as he stared into their eyes and could feel their trepidation; this only fed his hunger as with each person he killed brutally. He killed everyone inside that movie house including his friend (who he never really liked anyway). He stepped over the bodies littering the hallway and knocked five times with two seconds in between each one. His uncle opened the door and said, ‘How was that?’ ‘Difficult at first, but after I took the first one, they all followed pretty easily.’ ‘It’s always hard at first, but you’ll get the hang of it in no time. You’ve got a real knack for this.’

The End

It seemed time was in slow-motion. I had raised my hands to block the view of what was forthcoming. The screams evolved in a suppressed muffle as people ducked for cover under desks. The feeling of force as the gigantic crane swung a giant beam of steel in through the office windows. The building began shaking fervently as ceiling tiles came crashing down sending a conglomerate of what looked like snow cascading through the air. Electronics fizzed and water coolers exploded sending waves of water down onto the beige carpeting. The crane continued its swing as it carried men and women with it back out through the windows. I could hear their bellows as they plummeted to the ground. Somehow a fire began in the back corner and the flames began to spread as it made contact with the crashed ceiling tiles and wooden desks. The building was still swaying back and forth as people attempted to evacuate the torn structure. In a haze of disbelief and utter panic I followed the swarm of suited civilians out through the emergency exit towards a flight of stairs. We were twenty floors up but we didn’t seem to care. We ran for our lives while the echo of screams pulsated through our ears. A thought ran through my head that the entire building was going to collapse. The panic in my body grew and the adrenaline pumped throughout. I was on the verge of blacking out.

As I seemed to float down the myriad of stairs, my thoughts converged to that of Tina. She is my girlfriend who works on the 13th floor. I felt the need to find her and make sure she could exit the building. I watched the doors fly past me as I flowed down the steps and counted each floor. I hit the 13th and I swam to the exit. Someone grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away. I felt alarmed but I broke free from their grasp and opened the door. The office was empty. White sheets of paper covered the carpets and overturned desks were strewn throughout. No one was around, she must have gotten out. I had to check her corner office to make sure she wasn’t still in there. No sign of her. I ran back towards the exit when it happened. The building began its downfall. The screech of steel was tremendous. The grinding and snapping as girders broke free from their still life. The floor above me collapsed showering me in plaster and steel. I could only watch as my body became trapped beneath the rubble. I had a view out through the window and I could see the ground racing towards me. People were scattering for their lives but they had no chance. As the building got closer to the ground the rubble felt the force of gravity and slid towards the windows. I realized that a shard of steel was protruding through my leg. I hadn’t felt the pain and I didn’t care. Just before the building came one with the ground, everything slowed again. I closed my eyes and I could feel the wind brushing my hair. I felt alive. I felt scared. I thought of Tina and I hoped she was okay. I hoped she had gotten away safely. I thought of my parents and how much pain they would be put through. I opened my eyes and time sped up. Everything went silent.