Today, Our Hero Reveals His Plan.
Next installment in the story is VERY YES.
Alright, I told myself, you can do this. You’ve outrun rivals and hid from authorities before you went legit. And there’s the time you punched that dude in the bar for that thing that time. Sure, he punched you back and you bled all over him until someone broke it up and took you to the hospital, but this is a locked room. And locked rooms are deceptively short when they sit. Because they don’t sit. And you have a letter opener. Made of plastic. You’re screwed.
I’ve never been one to talk myself up very well. It’s why my art is primarily anonymous. Even the gallery shows and my for sale pieces are done without me. So, as a result, I had actually made myself more nervous about the situation. On the flip side, I pumped up my adrenaline. Which was cool, because someone soon walked into the room and I rushed them. Quickly and surprisingly forcefully. As I collided with what I would alter find out was a terribly attractive woman, I through up a superman elbow and was able to run into dance floor.
As I pushed through the throng of dancers, I removed my shirt and quickly rubbed against any person or thing will glowing paint or glitter. I effectively vanished into the crowd, and was able to watch a number of frightening looking large people wander around and eventually assume I got away. Which, I guess, technically I did, but I decided to stay and snoop.
Because that from the roof gargoyle now looked me in the eye from across the room and beckoned me to stay. At this point, I knew my life was a while new kind of weird