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Submitted by spacemonkey (View user info) at 2004-03-08 12:50:33 EST
H.W. Rocker was a very important man. He was the chief executive of a multinational and very influential conglomerate. Every day he would sit in his office, and make important decisions that would steer the future of the world.
Today was just like any other for Rocker. He had just finished a day of making millions of dollars, and was now returning to his helicopter pad, from where he could return home.
Rocker entered his car, knowing that it was much to far to the helicopter to walk. His upscale German sedan roared to life, and its premium sound system began producing the most beautiful music. Rocker loved his sound system. He had just recently had it custom built and was still in the honeymoon stage of owning it. One might say it was his latest kick.
As Rocker pulled away however, he noticed something strange. A tiny man had walked out of the cd player. He was no taller than a cd laying flat. Though he was small, he was distinctly a man. Rocker could make out that the man wore a white shirt and tie, with black pants. Rocker stared in amazement, at first but then began to wonder about it.
What was it?
Where had it come from?
In all of Rocker's wondering, he did not notice that he was approaching and intersection. When he did realize it, he stopped very quickly, sending the little man falling to the car floor. He landed on Rocker's expensive briefcase with a tiny thud. Rocker looked at the man. The white shirt was now red, and the man's head was malformed. He knew at once that the little man was dead.
Suddenly more, tiny people crawled out of the cd player. Rocker was so shocked he didn't know what to do. The tiny people, all dressed similar to the first man, began to start talking. It was very faint, and Rocker couldn't quite hear the words, but he did hear voices.
The little people were now moving. It seemed to Rocker, that they had seen the dead man, and were going to investigate. They did not head for the dead man, but instead walked towards Rocker.
Rocker lifted his hands, and the mob of little people began to run at him. Before Rocker could react, they swarmed him. They climbed and crawled everywhere. Some crawled in his ears.
He could hear them now. Their tiny voices were distinct.
"We work for you to make music, but you never thank us!"
"You never give, but always take!"
A heavy horrible sense of doom fell upon Rocker when he heard the next voice
"You killed one of us, now we must kill you!"
Rocker could feel them crawling into his nose and down his throat. They were all over his body. He was slowly choking on the little people. It began to get darker around Rocker. Either the mass was swarming at his eyes, or he was blacking out.
In a last ditch effort to alert some one to his crisis Rocker stamped on the gas, and sent himself right into a fuel truck, going to gas up his helicopter.
User Reviews
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2004-03-09 20:30:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
good story, shitty title. Unfortunately it worked to well though, this should have gotten
more hits.
Submitted by Mr._Rude (user info) at 2004-03-08 17:34:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it.
Submitted by GreaterThanBest (user info) at 2004-03-08 13:27:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like it, thought it was a very fast paced and edgy story.
Damn little people, do your job and like it.
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2004-03-08 13:21:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by spacemonkey (user info) at 2004-03-08 13:10:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Swine
Submitted by hendrixjrr (user info) at 2004-03-08 13:04:29 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Don't read this.
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-03-08 13:01:47 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
soooo....the people are upset that he killed one of them and their leader makes the decision to swarm him effectively killing the lot of them........