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unbreakableben[This entry's song: Winter]
The grenade fits in his mouth with surprisingly little difficulty but he needs to look into a mirror to find the pin. Turning he takes one (hopefully) final look out at the city and the sunset when he sees a couple on the roof of the building across the way and a little down. They're kissing and seem to be having a good time. He doesn't even bother to swallow the tears but they cause him to blink a few times.
When he can see clearly again he sees the woman is struggling, trying to fight off the man and he's not stopping. Ben lets go of the pin of the grenade and wonders what he can do. It's not like he can call the police. Maybe the M.P.s? But before he gets to the phone the woman stomps on the guys foot and punches him in the nose. The guy lets her go in shock and backs away, blood running down his face. She runs for the exit but stops short when the guy yells something and pulls out a gun.
Ben spits out the grenade and tosses it at the couch (fortunately the pin doesn't come out). Crossing the room, he picks up a football and is tearing off the window before he's aware of what he's doing. A quick snap and the guy on the other roof crumbles into a heap. The woman looks up toward Ben and he backs quickly into the shadows to hide. She waves a hesitant thank you before kicking the bastard and picking up his gun. Then, after another wave, she disappears down the exit.
Ben watches her leave but freezes when he catches sight of the billboard above the exit.
It's full night when the guy begins to stir across the way and groggily picks himself up to stumble to the exit. Ben barely registers his leaving sitting in the dark of his room as he continues to stare at the billboard.
Half an hour later he picks up the encrypted cellphone Reed made for him and dials the number from the billboard, 1-800-273-TALK.
"Hello," answers a pleasant voice.
Ben doesn't say anything.
"Hello, I'm here for you."
"I...I need some help," Ben says finally.
The grenade fits in his mouth with surprisingly little difficulty but he needs to look into a mirror to find the pin. Turning he takes one (hopefully) final look out at the city and the sunset when he sees a couple on the roof of the building across the way and a little down. They're kissing and seem to be having a good time. He doesn't even bother to swallow the tears but they cause him to blink a few times.
When he can see clearly again he sees the woman is struggling, trying to fight off the man and he's not stopping. Ben lets go of the pin of the grenade and wonders what he can do. It's not like he can call the police. Maybe the M.P.s? But before he gets to the phone the woman stomps on the guys foot and punches him in the nose. The guy lets her go in shock and backs away, blood running down his face. She runs for the exit but stops short when the guy yells something and pulls out a gun.
Ben spits out the grenade and tosses it at the couch (fortunately the pin doesn't come out). Crossing the room, he picks up a football and is tearing off the window before he's aware of what he's doing. A quick snap and the guy on the other roof crumbles into a heap. The woman looks up toward Ben and he backs quickly into the shadows to hide. She waves a hesitant thank you before kicking the bastard and picking up his gun. Then, after another wave, she disappears down the exit.
Ben watches her leave but freezes when he catches sight of the billboard above the exit.
It's full night when the guy begins to stir across the way and groggily picks himself up to stumble to the exit. Ben barely registers his leaving sitting in the dark of his room as he continues to stare at the billboard.
Half an hour later he picks up the encrypted cellphone Reed made for him and dials the number from the billboard, 1-800-273-TALK.
"Hello," answers a pleasant voice.
Ben doesn't say anything.
"Hello, I'm here for you."
"I...I need some help," Ben says finally.
