16 He let go of the piano and watched it slide back down the stairs.

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He let go of the piano and watched it slide back down the stairs. That ought to slow them down, he thought as he continued running up. Perhaps spending an extra forty five minutes to drag a grand piano up a flight of stairs only to release it on his competitors would be a bit much for most marathoners. Not Dave though. Dave had the drive and determination to win. So what if the piano only took out three of the eight opponents left. Three less for him to deal with. Reaching the top of the stairs he panted and looked back down. He was in the lead by a great deal, but this is not enough for Dave.

Finding a compact car near the top of the stairs, he let off the parking brake and began pushing it towards the edge. He sent it careening down the stairs and watched as it bounced over the first runner and then hit three after that. Dave looked back at where he was supposed to run and saw the finish line in sight. Perhaps he could make it by skill alone, but perhaps not. He reached into his jogging shorts and pulled out two small proximity mines and set them near the top of the stairs before taking off towards the finish line.

He was about to break through the finish line tape when he heard the first mine go off, and turned around to enjoy the fireworks. He laughed to himself before noticing a figure emerging from the smoke. The last runner had survived. Dave couldn’t let this be. Dave was a true winner. He began to rummage around for something to throw at him, but couldn’t find anything. He panicked as the man got closer and was soon within ten feet. Finding nothing to attack him with, Dave flinched and stumbled backwards as the other man broke through the tape and won the race. The crowd surrounded him and Dave was forgotten. Dave just scoffed at the people. They didn’t know what winning was anyways.