Re: Plot Twist: The Game
08-21-2011, 07:37 AM
CRACK
Instinct took over. Dropping the bat, Mark bolted and was halfway to second before he realized nobody was really trying to stop him. A quick glance around confirmed that nobody was chasing after the ball and most were just staring in shock.
He must've hit a home run! Given his ridiculously poor record to date, he couldn't really blame the others for their surprise. Wait, but that meant he... he'd won!
Jubilant, he rounded third, not really noticing his teammates' trepidation. Only when he returned to home to find them clustered around mumbling to each other did he realize something was wrong.
Coach Finnigan was telling everyone to stand back. Mark overheard someone on a cell phone mention something about an ambulance. Making his way around the crowd, he peered over his coach's shoulder and instantly recoiled in horror.
There, limp on the ground, bleeding profusely about the head, lay the body of Mark Simmons.
Instinct took over. Dropping the bat, Mark bolted and was halfway to second before he realized nobody was really trying to stop him. A quick glance around confirmed that nobody was chasing after the ball and most were just staring in shock.
He must've hit a home run! Given his ridiculously poor record to date, he couldn't really blame the others for their surprise. Wait, but that meant he... he'd won!
Jubilant, he rounded third, not really noticing his teammates' trepidation. Only when he returned to home to find them clustered around mumbling to each other did he realize something was wrong.
Coach Finnigan was telling everyone to stand back. Mark overheard someone on a cell phone mention something about an ambulance. Making his way around the crowd, he peered over his coach's shoulder and instantly recoiled in horror.
There, limp on the ground, bleeding profusely about the head, lay the body of Mark Simmons.