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By Gregory Kane
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Nat dropped one of the pins the first time that he tried to manipulate the lock. How strange that something he could do without any effort in his own room should prove to be so difficult in his brother’s room. Then, with a click, the cylinder shifted and the catch moved back. And there, sitting proudly on the middle shelf of the wardrobe, was the treasure he was after: his brother’s cherished collection of Batman graphic novels.
Dan had football practice and wouldn’t be home for at least another hour. So Nat allowed himself the luxury of a glass of ice-cold milk as he sat in his big brother’s swivel chair and began to read. Robin was trapped in a room slowly filling with acid; the only exit was through a locked hatch in the ceiling, so the boy wonder had to pick the lock with his teeth while hanging on for dear life. “I could do that,” thought Nat. “Well, not quite. But soon I would.”
“I’m home!”
Milk spattered everywhere as Nat exploded from the chair. Dan was back. Dan would kill him. He had to get out of there. Now.
The comic book was covered in milk, but there was no time to wipe it. He just had to hope that it would dry before Dan next wanted to read it. The wardrobe door shut with another click. The bedroom door made a lot more noise as it closed. Would Dan notice? Hopefully not.
“Nat, where are you?”
“Here, in my room.” Not quite a lie. Another five seconds and he would be. “What happened to your football practice?”
“Coach was sick. Had started to rain anyway. I’m going to my room.”
“No problem,” he shouted back as casually as possible. At least, he hoped that there wasn’t going to be a problem.
Nat lay on his bed, picked up a book from the floor, and tried to concentrate. There was something he had overlooked. Whatever could it be? Then, a sense of dread gripped him; his insides felt as if they had turned to ice. He had left the glass of milk on his brother’s desk.
The bedroom door flew open. Nat looked up as his brother filled the doorway. One hand held a bedraggled comic book; milk dripped on to the carpet. Nat had forgotten quite how big his brother had become: all of that football practice sure had filled him out. He looked up into Dan’s unsmiling face.
He was in serious trouble.
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a great story....very suspenceful. One of those that you know what's going to happen, but you're still shocked when it does.