“You see, in the first Die Hard, you have this big clash; its John McClane versus Hans Gruber. In the second one, its just John McClane versus… the bad guys. I guess I just don’t think the villain was strong enough. And the villain makes the hero, you know? Hans Gruber –”
The terrorists came back out, rifles pointed ominously at his face. Or were they thieves?
“You,” snarled the masked villain. “Shut up.”
The room fell dead silent at the villain’s demand, just in case he decided to go hog wild at any tiny peep. Now that was a villain that commanded power, just like Randal’s precious Hans Gruber.
A hero’s only as good as her villain… She may not like gritty action films, but doesn’t everyone want to be a hero?
She tucked a leg under her, ready to pounce, pushed on by her urge. But fear was overpowering, especially when you were staring down a gun barrel.
After stalling for ten minutes, she charged, when the gun slipped its aim to the wall. She was almost about to charge to victory when a bullet in the arm sent her to the floor, fading to black…