Five-minute fiction - 23:37-23:42
Clubs crashed against the door, battering the ancient wood, splintering it. Grim slammed the bolt, checked it, rechecked it, and checked it again. It was locked, and about as secure as he could make it. The door would give way long before the lock did.
With frantic haste so commonly found amongst those trapped in a room by a group of men brandishing cudgels with the intent to do the trapped grievous bodily harm Grim scanned the room.
It was a plain storage room, the floor and shelves stacked high with boxes of all manner of household goods. The room was dim, though not devoid of light a single spear of grimy light illuminated the centre of the room.
A window, a skylight.
Grim, with the practiced ease of a trained assassin, especially one praised for his climbing ability, he scrambled up the shelves. They were solidly built, and held his weight
Clubs crashed against the door, battering the ancient wood, splintering it. Grim slammed the bolt, checked it, rechecked it, and checked it again. It was locked, and about as secure as he could make it. The door would give way long before the lock did.
With frantic haste so commonly found amongst those trapped in a room by a group of men brandishing cudgels with the intent to do the trapped grievous bodily harm Grim scanned the room.
It was a plain storage room, the floor and shelves stacked high with boxes of all manner of household goods. The room was dim, though not devoid of light a single spear of grimy light illuminated the centre of the room.
A window, a skylight.
Grim, with the practiced ease of a trained assassin, especially one praised for his climbing ability, he scrambled up the shelves. They were solidly built, and held his weight