The Marathon of Shadows

Far on the other side of the hotel he could see another fire from a cigarette on another tiny patio, it was Julie, and he could see the fire moving as she waved so he waved back. He sat there for a few hours smoking his cigar taking in the humid Florida air, listening to his newlywed bring snoring like a sailor and wondering what Julie was thinking about. I’ve always like the 3:00am, it always felt light the darkest time of the night, the time when the darkness seem holy, mystical, of course I never told anyone that. “What the hell?” It was lights, he could see the light of flashlights from inside Julies and Ben's room then he herd a boom, it was the door of the hotel room exploding inward. Rushing behind the fragments of wood where men, lots of men in swat uniforms. Victor was always scared as a kid, his mother and father fought a lot when he was young and that nervousness stayed with him. When he was 16 he decided to do something about it, he became a mixed martial arts freak before there was M&A. Combining boxing, Kung-fu and western wresting, he skinny little frame of 150 could take on most men. This knowledge came as a big surprise to the men rushing in the room. The first one was running so fast towards me that I simply moved to the side and stuck my arm put which put me in the perfect spot to squat down put my arm under the second guys balls lift him up and body slammed him into the pretty glass coffee table. This gave me a little opening so I ran straight into the room threw the front door and turned around. I the wanted me now they would have to come through the door way and only one could fit at time Pam, who was sleeping through all of this. Ingratitude is an alcoholic.