Fiction: Group 3
After trying to hail five cabs in a row, he was overjoyed when the sixth reluctantly stopped. He showed the
driver the address in his wallet and he nodded. Maybe that was where he lived.
“How long you live Hong Kong?” The driver asked. Finally! An answer! Yes!
“Five years,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. Maybe it was true.
“Long time,” the man said, but it was obvious he didn’t mean it. He saw a broken-down building which
looked very out of place.
“What happened here?”
The taxi driver only said one word in response. One word. That word sent shivers down his back, across
his arms and made him tense all over.
“Mafia.”
The taxi screeched to a halt, and so did his daydreams. From the moment he saw the house, he recognised
it. It was a bungalow with a slate roof; it had red brick walls and clear windows. A pathway led from the
tarmac up the door, and it had a very strangely-embellished knocker.
The walk to the door seemed to take ages. When he finally got there, he realised he was shaking all over.
His hand reached for the door. Everything was quiet, except for his breathing. It came out in short, raspy
breaths. His hand was on the handle. The metal was cold. Very. Cold. He turned it. Slowly. The door
creaked open. Then everything happened at once.
The bullets came from everywhere. Short, staccato stabs. Before he knew what he was doing, he had
picked up the gun and reloaded it. It was as if his mind knew what to do. Or maybe he had done it before?
He dived behind the cupboards, returning shots whenever he could. Four down. One to go. And then it
hit him. Not a bullet. The past...
Now he was walking, his back turned to the house. Now he was going to find out. The blue sky glittered
overhead and the tall trees on either side of the road bristled in the crisp wind. He was going to save her.
The girl with the bright smile and the curly, dark hair. Rachel. And he remembered his name. Finally.
His name was John.
Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the person following closely behind him. Then...
Everything went wrong.
