The Majestic Theater
Present Day Midnight
The lights of The Majestic Theater had finally fallen for the night. The sounds of cleaning machines were all that could be heard. Cameras turned on, the security team were in separate stations on each floor. Guarding the theater was boring work most of the guards slept through the night, waking only to check on the night cleaning crew.
Walter Prince, recently promoted to head of security for The Majestic by the owner himself. While the others slept, Walter worked and watched the cameras. Tonight something felt off to Walter he couldn’t describe what it was that he was feeling. He just knew that something was going to go down. “All floors check in every hour.” Why couldn’t he shake this feeling he had.
The clock struck twelve thirty, and the feeling kept getting stronger. “All units, I want you alert and ready to check in. Please copy.” He said again into the walkie talkie. When the ground floor didn’t check in his heart began to race. “Ground floor units. Radio check please.” Still no responses came. Walter picked up his collapsible baton, the one piece of security he carried since he could not carry a gun on this job.
Even as Walter made his way to the first station, he noticed that the sounds of the floor buffers and carpet vacuums were gone. Everything had gotten tense as he saw his friend slumped in a corner. “Oh shit Andy!” Walter rushed over and checked for a pulse…. it was there but it was faint. Something had knocked him out. He slapped his back pocket and found no cell phone. Shit must have left it in the booth. He thought as he looked around and then turned to head back to the booth. “HOLY SHIT. Don’t sneak up on me like…..” Walter registered the sound of his supposed second in command clicking the hammer of a gun into place and placing the gun on his chest above his heart.
Walter froze in place someone he trusted had him at gunpoint. What was going on. Why didn’t he just stay in the booth and work on his reports.
The gunman put a phone to his ear. “Yeah boss, I found the straggler. What should I do.” He waited for the response and than grinned and pulled the gun away only to slam the butt of it into Walter’s head knocking him out.
The last thought that ran through Walter’s head was why did I have to be right.
Present Day Midnight
The lights of The Majestic Theater had finally fallen for the night. The sounds of cleaning machines were all that could be heard. Cameras turned on, the security team were in separate stations on each floor. Guarding the theater was boring work most of the guards slept through the night, waking only to check on the night cleaning crew.
Walter Prince, recently promoted to head of security for The Majestic by the owner himself. While the others slept, Walter worked and watched the cameras. Tonight something felt off to Walter he couldn’t describe what it was that he was feeling. He just knew that something was going to go down. “All floors check in every hour.” Why couldn’t he shake this feeling he had.
The clock struck twelve thirty, and the feeling kept getting stronger. “All units, I want you alert and ready to check in. Please copy.” He said again into the walkie talkie. When the ground floor didn’t check in his heart began to race. “Ground floor units. Radio check please.” Still no responses came. Walter picked up his collapsible baton, the one piece of security he carried since he could not carry a gun on this job.
Even as Walter made his way to the first station, he noticed that the sounds of the floor buffers and carpet vacuums were gone. Everything had gotten tense as he saw his friend slumped in a corner. “Oh shit Andy!” Walter rushed over and checked for a pulse…. it was there but it was faint. Something had knocked him out. He slapped his back pocket and found no cell phone. Shit must have left it in the booth. He thought as he looked around and then turned to head back to the booth. “HOLY SHIT. Don’t sneak up on me like…..” Walter registered the sound of his supposed second in command clicking the hammer of a gun into place and placing the gun on his chest above his heart.
Walter froze in place someone he trusted had him at gunpoint. What was going on. Why didn’t he just stay in the booth and work on his reports.
The gunman put a phone to his ear. “Yeah boss, I found the straggler. What should I do.” He waited for the response and than grinned and pulled the gun away only to slam the butt of it into Walter’s head knocking him out.
The last thought that ran through Walter’s head was why did I have to be right.
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A lone figure looked up at the main prop of Phantom of the Opera; the Chandelier. “Come now Oliver. You have nothing to say? Nothing to threaten me with? No grand speech to dissuade me? Nothing to say before you realize it was I who ended you?” He grinned and let out a laugh as he went to the stage and jumped up onto it. “It is too bad you will not be around to see me bring your precious city down to the bedrock and rebuild it free of the Camarilla cancer."
A lone figure looked up at the main prop of Phantom of the Opera; the Chandelier. “Come now Oliver. You have nothing to say? Nothing to threaten me with? No grand speech to dissuade me? Nothing to say before you realize it was I who ended you?” He grinned and let out a laugh as he went to the stage and jumped up onto it. “It is too bad you will not be around to see me bring your precious city down to the bedrock and rebuild it free of the Camarilla cancer."
The phone in his pocket rang so he picked it up and put it to his ear. “Speak.” His only command to the person on the line. He listened. “Knock him out and bring him to me.” He said and listened to the satisfying crunch of metal on bone. The figure looked to the chandelier. “Your chosen one is on his way…. Did you hand pick him or did your senchel force you to pick him. No matter in your dieing moments….. you will watch as I make him my child.”
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Oliver Barton prince of New York City, slowly came too. Cursed kine must have been drugged, it is the only way to explain how I was so easily taken. Oliver thought as he assessed his situation. Stake in the back with the tip just touching his heart. Another stake in his side also with the tip just touching his heart. One final stake in his chest his free side was tied in place. Moving was impossible without getting staked for his efforts. He had to think of something.
