Daniel Mental

Brainstorming... Just felt like writing

   It was a small uncomfortably warm room with dirty black stockings and pizza boxes strewn allover the wooden floor. To the wall at the end of the room was a dirty metallic bed with no sheets. The matress was so thin it could be compared to the cold floor. Parallel to the bed was an old brown dresser with a missing drawer in which three mice had made their home. about two metres opposite the bed, was a long desk with a couple of hanging clothes at one end, and three powerful laptops on top of it.
       Daniel Mental awoke from the usual bad night's sleep. He sat up on the metallic bed and stared at the small window at the side of the bed, wondering what the weather was. The small window was behind very thin curtanins, and had never been opened in decades. It never let any sense of time or environment into this small yellow-walled room. It was very windy outside but Daniel had no idea what the weather was, because there was no sound whatsoever, and no light coming from the window.
       Daniel would never know the time or weather. He would never come out of his house. Or never use the main entrance. He lived in a beautiful home with antique paintings and expensive furniture. Everything was organised, untouched and set where it was supposed to be. But one suprising fact was that Daniel had never really been into his house. He lived there but he wasn't there. In fact, this beautiful house of his was just a hologram. all the paintings, the furniture, the cutlery, were not real.
       The only reality at all in this house was the room in which he actually lived. The old dirty room with peeling yellow walls. That was his home. This room was in this same holographic house. But was well hidden.

       He stood up and stretched his back, then walked to the desk and threw on a black Pokemon shirt, and brown cargo pants, ready for the big day. Daniel was the smartest man on earth you could say, but he was never like Albert Einstein or Isaac Newton. Daniel worked here in this same room he lived. And what was his job. His job was sit at those three laptops every single day and ruin people's lives. That is what he did for a living. It was much more than a job. Because Daniel was a wanted man. Wanted by authorities higher than FBI, SWAT or Interpol. And this day was different, It wasn't the usual wake up in the morning, sit at computer, have pizza sleep and wake up the next day sort of routine. He was about to engage in another cat and mouse game.To risk his life and come out of his house. Daniel was going to deliver a hard drive.  But little did he know that this was the last day he was seeing this rat hole of a home. Because with a life like Daniel's, you would never see it coming...

""BOOOM!"" AN EXPLOSION WENT OFF!!
Daniel hadn't seen this coming. But being him, he had a solution. He was always ready.

 "Hahhahahha!!" someone chuckled...

       Daniel dashed to the dresser and pulled the top drawer with utmost strength. It puffed a cloud of dust as it opened.
 
 "Danny!" a voice shouted from under, "Not today! it seems you have company!" The voice was calm, but it was full of confidence; And evil intentions.

       Daniel snatched at a white pistol that lay lifeless inside the drawer. He quickly tucked it in his belt at the back of his brown cargo pants. He grabbed an empty bag at the side of the bed and slammed the three laptops shut.

"Danny! I can feel your tiny little heart beat!"

        He threw three laptops inside the bag and threw it on his back. He then picked up a heavy metallic rod and started digging next to the window.

"You didn't know it would end up like this did you!" spoke the voice, "You never should have chosen this path kid!"

Author's Note

Incomplete