-What is life but a dream, sooner or later we will allhave to be
awoken, why not today?-
"Another boring day in life…"
Fraizer sighed as he crawled out of bed. At twenty eight years old,
Jack W Fraizer was five foot nine and had a lean, handsome face with
darkeyes. Fraizer was quite young for a language professor; in
addition, hewas also the only Asian professor teaching at Stanford
University.
Fraizer was smart, resulting in a very high pay. In fact, his salary
was higher than most of his American colleagues. This aroused jealousy
from other professors, and racial taunts were unavoidable.
I'll show those stupid Americans someday…Fraizer thought acidly and
started dressing. He glanced at the clock beside his bed top. 8
o'clock! Damn it, I've sleptin again!
Fraizer moaned and finished dressing. He wore a black tie and suit,
very awkward for a professor, perhaps too formal. Fraizer didn't care,
he loathed his job. Fraizer had dreamed to become a professional
dancer or a FBI agent when he grew up.
But I guess some things just don't work out. The only thing that's
keeping me in this warped school is the money…Fraizer's thought
trailed him as hescurried down the stairs. Just as he was about to
open the front door, the doorbell rang.
'Ding-Dong!' Fraizer was taken by surprise. Who would ring my doorbell
at 8:15 in the morning?
Fraizer cautiously openedthe door, and found himself staring awkwardly
at five unknown men. One was dressed entirely in black, he even wore
sunglasses.He looks pretty familiar, Fraizer muttered. He looked at
the other men, they looked like soldiers of some sort, and they all
wore identical things – heavy body amours, armyhelmets and machine
guns strapped behind their back. Their gazes showed no emotion but
gayness.
The man who resembled Bruce Lee broke the silence. "Hello Professor,
my name is Michael Phongsivorabouth," he smiled, but it was not a warm
smile, it was an ominous one.
"Michael…what? What kind of gay last name is that?"
"I'm afraid you're right. I am actually a homosexualperson. And I have
some bad news for you, professor," Michael intoned solemnly.
What? How can he just admit that he's a homo infront of everybody?
Well I guess nowadays homos aren't "that" weird…Fraizer considered for
a moment, and then casually replied: "What kind of news? Does it
involve dead bodies?"
"Apparently, yes, professor. I'm sorry it has to end this way."
"What? It hasn't even started!" Fraizer shouted,confused. "And what
are we talking about anyway?"
Michael nodded in immense gayness, but did not elaborate.
"Oh…SHIT!" Fraizer's eyes opened wide with horroras the four soldiers
unstrapped their machine guns and pointed them directly at him!
With pure survival instinct and quick reflexes, Fraizer turned and
dived back into his house, kicking the door shut behind him. For a
split second, he thought nothing would happen; then, it came.
Deafening sounds of fire power exploded all around him.
Fraizer quickly rolled away protecting his face from shattered glass
and small chunks of wood chips. 'Black Jesus!' he yelled as he felt an
enormous jolt of pain coming from his right arm. The pain nearly
overwhelmed his senses and with great difficulty he managed not to
dancearound yelling.
Fraizer stood up, he staggered a bit but regained his balance soon
after. Fraizer found the stair case and hurriedup, leaping across two
steps at a time, ignoring the pain as he did so. He reached the second
floor and ran straight for his bedroom, slamming the door shut after
him.
He checked his injuries – three bullet wounds and a couple of cuts
from shattered glass. They all hurt like hell. Okay…Fraizer's mind
raced, five crazy men with one of them really gay are trying to kill
me, and how do I kill them without dying?
The gunfire below him ceased abruptly. Fraizer could hear distant
footsteps closing in, now he definitely had to thinkfast.
"Well, it seems like I've ran out of options!" Fraizer spoke aloud,
examining the window beside his bed top. The footsteps were getting
closer. Lucky for Fraizer, gay Michael and his team moved slowly up
the stairs as though afraid of some kind of ambush, thus buying
Fraizer some more time. Unlucky for Fraizer, he came up with no ideas
that were sufficient enough in apprehending Michael and his team.
Fraizer opened the window and peered through it with fear. Christ, it
is two stories tall! He calculated the distance, probably 160 feet or
so, he then calculated the survival chance of staying or jumping.
"Definitely jumping," he mumbled bitterly.
As his right leg was aboutto cross through the window, a gay, taunting
voice came from not far behind: "Professor! We'regoing to get you!
Considering the inconvenience you have caused us during this hunt,
you're going to die a much, much horrible way than what I originally
had in mind. I won't mind getting a bit physical~ you know, the gay
kind of physical…"
The voice gave Fraizer a sick feeling in the stomach. However, he
couldn't resist throwing back a nasty quip at the gay man: "That's why
I couldn't find your great grandpa in your last wedding! I could've
sworn that you disappeared with him, we found his body the following
day in shreds!"
Just like that, Fraizer leaped through the window gracefully a second
before an angry gay man came charging through his bedroom door with
four others behind him! Fraizer soared through the air and for a
moment there he actually thought he
[ to be continued.....]
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