Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 473

‘Um, well somebody wants to get out of trouble and I am their lawyer.’ I laughed a nervously.
‘Who wants to get out of trouble?’
‘A Mr. Callum Wright. A very rich man’ towards one of them and judo-flipped him, then I took his gun and began to shoot.
Once it was over Elijah and I ran. We ran as fast as we could until we made it to the front door, obviously
‘Never heard of him.’ He looked back down at his wire.
‘Is there any way of getting out?’ I asked.
‘No, but you can try.’ He replied.
‘The General wants to speak with you.’ A soldier walked to my cellar and unlocked the door. I pushed the door and it hit the
soldier’s forehead, knocking him out cold. Thankfully there was only one soldier. I grabbed the keys and unlocked Elijah’s cell.
‘Run!’ I whispered to him urgently.
‘No, I have to get you out of here safely!’ He grabbed the gun in the soldiers holster and grabbed my arm. He dragged me towards
the hallway where we saw a bunch of other guards walking between corridors. ‘Stay here.’ Elijah whispered to me. He turned a
corner and I heard two gunshots. Then I heard more gunshots. He turned and was now next to me, he asked ‘Do you know how
to fight?’
‘A little.’ I raised my eyebrows.
‘Well I need some help.’ He pulled me so we were facing the guards. They kept shooting and I kept dodging. I ran encountering
a few angry soldiers. We ran out and saw a military truck parked outside, we grabbed it and drove off while the guards were
shouting and shooting at us. ‘That was smart of you to hit that soldier on the head.’ Elijah praised.
‘Well I am a lawyer.’ I focused on the road as we drove away.
‘Thank you for getting me out of their. You don’t know how long I have been dreaming of this day.’ Elijah thanked me.