Night Archer

The quiet piano music stirred Heiming as he woke up. He smiled and looked up. His two-million-dollar chandelier has become two weeks old. "I guess it's time to change it then," he said and looked back at the bed. Creeping slowly so as not to wake the lady, he came closer and ran his hand up her side. The lady felt it and slowly directed his hand against her chest. "Good morning. How are you doing?" "Well, my breasts are still recovering from your manhandling..." Heiming smiled. The previous night had just been another fling for him, and here the poor lady lay, thinking it was a serious relationship. He was running his hand over her again when a knock interrupted him. He got up and tied a towel round his waist. "You may come in." A heavily built, 6'2, and astonishingly handsome man dressed in a two-piece suit and holding a piece of paper walked in. "Good morning, Mr Heiming. How are you doing this present hour?" " Well, I have a beautiful lady by me, and am about to go make some serious cash today, so yeah, am on top of the world!" The lady blushed and chuckled. The other man smiled. "Well, Mr Heiming, you need to make the meeting in order to make the intended 'serious cash', so hurry and get dressed. The plane leaves in two hours." An hour later, the two men were laughing out loud in the safety of their car as it ran to the airport. Heiming, in detail, told John, his companion, of the details of the previous night, with John giving him tips on how the 'job was meant to be done'. The driver just turned his head out the window and rolled his eyes in disgust. Heiming Fay was a multi billionaire with a vast chain of companies under his direct supervision. His friend, butler, bodyguard and partner was John McCoy. They did everything together (save the other things, cos they ain't gay) and told each other about everything. John was one who always stood up for Heiming while they were little, for Heiming was often picked on because of his diminutive size and the fact he was a rich kid. Growing up, their bond strengthened, and it didn't take long before their relationship became rock-like. In no time, they had arrived at John's destination. John stepped out. "Head on well, make us that cash, and for chrissakes try to improve your picking skills man. I hear New York ladies aren't that easy to catch." "Well, that's because the lion hasn't gotten that den yet, " Heiming said and they both laughed. The door shut and John waved as the car zoomed off. Turning into an alley, he tapped his belt twice, and in two seconds, had zoomed off into the air. Two minutes after, Heiming became bored. He then instructed the driver to take the lonely road that tracked off and connected back to the main road. The driver, figuring out that if they went fast enough, they would still make it to the airport on time, and his punctuality reputation would remain intact, hit the gas. Speeding off, he zoomed in and out of tight corners, and even pulled off a few tricks on the way. Heiming could not help but be impressed. Up ahead, there was a tight turn. Changing gear, the driver pulled off the best drift of his entire driving career, just as the pulsing red beam of light streaked in from the sky and hit the car. With blurry vision and a weak body, Heiming looked up from the ground. The car was in smithereens and the driver was dead. He struggled to crawl across, but slumped. As he raised his head again, he could only hear the frantic voice of someone screaming his name. He then felt himself being grabbed and then the intense wind that blew into his face. He tasted blood. He blacked out again, and woke up again, seeing nothing, and hearing the doctor say, "... and he will never gain his eyesight again..." Episode two, coming up next.