A short story inspired by the videogame known as
On the 1st August 2015 I had a late night then
dropped off to sleep in the early hours only to wake
up at the time I usually went to bed. Needless to say
my sleep pattern was messed up causing me to have a
whole host of unusual dreams. The moment I awoke I
noted this one down because I thought it was
particularly interesting that I came up with such an
exciting story while sleeping.
Mirror's Edge is a videogame for the PC, Xbox 360
and PlayStation 3. It stars a character named Faith
Connors who is a free runner who runs around on
rooftops delivering packages while risking her life
performing life threatening jumps across buildings.
She wears a black sports vest. white cargo pants, red
karate shoes and a single glove upon her right hand.
She's also got a large tattoo on her right shoulder
leading down the top half of her arm, and another
small tattoo under her right eye.
This story begins with a male office worker
washing his hands within the office bathroom.
* * * * *
"Damn it!" I yelled as the water within
the basin splashed out covering my office trousers
with water leaving a pee-like stain between my legs.
Luckily I had my yellow holdall with me containing
my holiday clothing, including my white cargo pants,
so once I finished washing my hands I quickly changed
from my white suit trousers into my holiday trousers.
They felt a little baggy around the hem so I removed
my shoe laces and tied them around the hem of the
cargo pants. That'll do, I thought to myself.
My eyes glanced toward a bible that someone had
left next to the sink. It seemed a strange thing to
leave behind. I ignored it then looked at myself
within the mirror. I had early morning stubble yet I
had already shaved that day. There was a smudge of
moisture on the mirror's surface so I reached out and
wiped it off.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" I screamed
out as I cut my finger upon the mirror's edge.
Placing my finger within my mouth I tried to stop
the blood but it kept on flowing. I had no bandage or
plaster, no means to stop the bleeding. I then
remembered my gloves within my holdall. With care not
to irritate the cut further I opened up my bag and
pulled out a single glove and slipped it upon my
right hand. To me relief it stemmed the flow of blood.
Suddenly the fire alarm rang out, echoing loudly
within my ears. I waited to see if the ringing would
stop then realised this was no fire drill, it was the
real thing and we all had to leave. As I opened the
bathroom door a whoosh of air flew inside opening the
pages of the bible resting upon the sink. I had no
time to look, and no interest in what it had to say,
I didn't believe in fairy tales.
The office was in flame, people were screaming all
around in a panic. There was a priest within the
office that day but he too was screaming in fear. I
raised my arm to prevent smoke from getting into my
eyes but the heat from the fire caused my shirt
sleeve to melt leaving a black mark upon my arm. I
coughed violently and ran towards the door with the
rest of the office workers, but it was blocked with
burning debris. The window cracked behind us due to
the intense heat.
"We'll have to smash the windows and climb
out!" I yelled.
"We're on the tenth floor!" A woman
called out, "We won't survive the fall."
I and all the office workers ran towards the
windows and started smashing them while the priest
prayed on his knees. We climbed outside and made our
way across the ledge, which was particularly wide,
until we reached the next building. Just a small hop
was all that was needed to jump across. I quickly
removed my office shirt that was melting against my
body then threw it down revealing my black vest
"Where do we go from here?!" One of the
office workers said with a very strange accent
sounding like a farmer.
"That is where we're to head for," the
priest said as he pointed his finger towards a
billboard in the distance revealing the word Faith in
"I can't follow Faith," I said whilst
shaking my head, "It's too far for any of us, we
won't make it."
I turned around and saw our office in flames. The
building in which we stood was also catching fire. We
had no choice and had to run from building to
building heading for the billboard. A woman with long
white hair was coughing as we ran yet she was a fair
distance ahead of us and running at an incredible
speed. There were some bodies laying on the roof,
burnt beyond recognition. My un-laced shoes had
already fallen off so I removed a pair of red
plimsolls from one of the bodies and was then able to
run faster, catching up with the white haired woman.
We all approached as a group and it was clear the
building ahead was safe from the approaching flames,
however the white haired woman had already made her
attempt to jump across and was slipping from the
wobbly ledge tile as she held on with all her might.
The rest of the office workers yelled out telling her
to get a grip and to hold with all her might. As she
struggled her white hair fell from her head, it was a
wig, revealing short red hair beneath.
"I can't jump I'm going to die!" I
yelled at the priest who wanted me to help the woman.
"Have faith!" He shouted back.
As I turned around I noticed the billboard behind
me revealing itself in its full splendour. It said
Faith Connors, Mirror's Edge in big letters along
with the picture of a woman wearing a black vest,
white cargo pants laced at the hems, and a single
white glove on her right hand. The image of the bible
in the bathroom earlier flashed through my mind.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said
I stared out, looking at the cityscape ahead of me,
with the billboard behind then turned to face the
building opposite. I took a few steps back and ran
forwards, jumping the gap between the two buildings,
landing upon the other side then pulled the woman up
to safety. I smiled ecstatically at my achievement.
"I'm still alive," I said.
Story by Raymond Johnson created in his sleep. (www.raysnet.com).
Mirror's Edge (C) Electronic Arts and DICE Games.