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He lurched back and forth with the heavy head of the flashlight, not knowing where or what to swing at. His eyes were open but unfocused. I tried not to think about how vulnerable he looked. If I died here, I had no doubts he would die too. I threw all my weight against the net, pulled back, tried peeling my hands or feet away; all with no results. There wasn’t even a rattle from the net holding me in place. I could move my head but that was it. There was a small metal box on the wall that looked like a fuse box. It might work.
“You’re fine professor but I got stuck. Can you feel if there are any more bullets in your gun?” I shouted. It was dark but I saw him switching hands, moving carefully. The gun clicked as the chamber was opened and bullet by bullet he checked.
“I think there are five.” He stammered.
“There is a fuse box over to the top left, professor. Your top left. If you put the gun and the flashlight together, I can tell you where to shoot. It might release me then.” I explained. He slid the chamber back into the six-shooter and cocked it. I didn’t get a chance to help him aim; I got distracted. The net began to vibrate. I glanced around and in the semi-darkness to my left, I saw blue glowing dots. It moved closer. Dozens of electronic, blue, metal eyes watched me from the head of a robotic spider thing. Inching down the net towards me, I could hear a faint clicking sound. “Oh god…”
“What is it?”
“Aim up and to the right…a little lower, he’s coming down.”