The *** and the Parliament

Elliot: Four Minutes

What just happened? I asked myself as I came to. The answer came back to me in bits and pieces. I remembered the sound of skateboards... pain... blood... and finally Lauren.

I'd encountered the new girl around school on several occasions. A shout in her unmistakable British accent had been the last thing I heard before fainting, although I didn't remember what her words had been. I felt embarrassed that Lauren had seen me like this, not that she might have taken an interest in me otherwise.

After I'd risen to my feet and started on my way home, I took a quick look at my watch and gasped.

Eleven fifty-six.

When midnight struck, it would come, and if I was out in the open, it would kill me.

I had four minutes left to live.
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Rewritten.