Bayonet

Putting this on hold for now. Two unfinished projects at once are too much for me.

Cold sweat kept breaking out as he braced himself against the iron door, waiting in the cramped, silent space.

Suddenly, a crash came from the other side of the door. The shuddering impact sent every nerve in his body taut, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the laser gun.

"It's me." A familiar voice came from beyond the door.

"You?" His hand trembled, and the laser gun fell to the floor with a sharp clatter in the utter silence. "Paris?"

"It's me," the voice repeated, precise as ever.

"It's you." He murmured, a smile spreading across his lips as he slowly slid down against the iron door.

A mutually aggressive story wearing a sci-fi skin.