Dark tree trunks, shadows, overhanging limbs across the path seen at the last second, clumps of bushes, barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth. The moon shone through a lattice of leaves, patchy sky and stars seen in glimpses through tree breaks, tall shadowed pines stretching up like arrows into the sky, streaks of cloud against the earth, Wind slipping through leaves, cracking undergrowth with each step, creaking tree trunks, the flutter of wings unseen, snapping twigs, grass. Heavy pants could be heard through this dangy wood as a man could be seen covered in blood while holding a little child in his arms. His torn outfit, bruised face, dangling hair could tell he was escaping. His feet never gave a halt to the impending danger behind him as surviving from his raging foes was all that matter. He curdled this petrified child tightly, groaned in pains and tottered deeper into the woods. His only energy was the child he vowed to keep alive despite the pains and hu
His nervous eyes suddenly turned dark as his tender feet hide behind his mother. His chapped lips muttered some words as his sad face could prove that something troubled him. He looked timid as his ears tingled at the sounds he heard which drew his attention to the scene displaying before him. He sensed the tears of children, wives and mothers. They were at the train station and soon, those they came to say goodbye to would depart. It made him scared as his eyes met the gaze of the young man who intended to kiss his mother. The place he stood with his mother was rowdy and it gave him goosebumps as his hands held the garment his mother held. His grip on the garment of his mother tighten as a young man waved at him with tears gathered in his eyes. It felt that was the last moments he would see the one person he looked up to. This lad had a lot of disappointment buried inside of him and had wishes to turn back time. Today was a day his lips had to mutter goodbye to his father who was a s
The wavering sea crashed on his tender body as he attempted to swim through the waves that made his body sink down the water. Gunshot could be heard and bullets were pointing at the water, aiming for the victim of it's wrath. He gasped for air, knowing that he was bad at swimming, those quivering legs of his couldn't fight through the twirling water that rose high and landed on him. Those targetting their bullets at him surrender with the thought that he wouldn't survive the roaring storm. Rather, they took shelter their life as the water was coming up with rage on the land. It seems the sea needed to vent its anger on the lands, hence wallowing anything it comes across. The boy trapped in its terror began to drown, he had tears in his eyes, his hovering arms gave up trying to survive. While he sank deep, memories began to flood his head, it was going to be his last day on earth, with no miracle of being a survivor in this sea. A months ago. Darkness crept in gradually as a you
It was dawn and students could be seen hurrying up to schools just avoid being late. Being the busiest day of the week, Monday always comes with its rush as both workers and students often cuss over this day.In the midst of this scene, Philip could be seen with his headphones striding to his school gates. He would have avoided classes today but it would seem suspicious and decided to play cool.Quickly, he got to his class, sat on his seat, pulled his headphone and glanced at the seat opposite him, it belongs to Natalie and he knew she wouldn't show up either. Alex brought out a book from his locker and acted like though he was reading but his ears was actively listening to what was going on in the classroom.He shifted his gaze to two boys who had eyes on him which got him frighten a bit, however, he needed not to behave as a suspect. Certainly someone was going to break the news of missing students from last night.The newscaster happened to be Abigail, her ears were everywhere and
He found himself at the hospital and being fixed with intravenous drip. Everything spur around that only death rang in his head, he attempted to rise from the bed which he laid but someone told him to lay back which he did.It was his mother who had worries written on her face, if it were a dream, then he would have wished never to wake up. Seeing his mother should have given him peace of mind but it only gave the lad high blood pressure. She was complaining about work rather than his health. Really? Couldn't she just leave behind her office and stay with him for a day on the sick bed.The reason why she came must be because she wanted to act all loving and caring in the eyes of outsiders. Those moves of hers wouldn't work on him."How did this happen? I got informed you collasped in school!" She snapped checking her wrist watch for what time it could be."Stress" he muttered narrowing his brow at her and a brief sigh escape her lips. What would have been stressing him out that he had
It was the voice of Adrian chanting in his head that he had to shove the echoes away and concentrate on what befall him.He ventured to his room and didn't pay attention to his siblings who curiously poured questions on him. Everything would soon be over if he remains calm and doesn't let way for his fears to take control.Two weeks passed with no trace of the missing students until another news broke out. It was weekend and Alex was having dinner with his family when his stepfather switched on the TV as he was fond of news. As soon as he switched on the news, the headlines popped up and it read that two students were killed brutally and buried in a shallow grave.The water he had in his mouth almost choked him as he coughed out. All eyes on the table diverted to him. His parents were aware that two police officers visited two weeks ago but didn't mind as they knew he was innocent.He became unease where he sat that his anxious feet wanted to lead him away from the dinning but it woul
Tears refused to leave his eyes as he raced in the dark away from the face of danger which haunt him.Everyone was after him, including those he thought were for him. He had managed to escape from the cops and was running away from thugs sent by Adrian's parents to kill him.It took a week for the public to realize who the culprit was and all accusing fingers were pointing to Alex! Who would have believed the quiet soul would turn out to be a murder?The news spread like wildfire and the cops didn't hesitate to come over to his place to get him arrest for those committed crimes.Unknown witnesses were created to have his image tarnished, these witnesses testified against him that he was a little assassin who assaulted people to get paid at such a young age.It got him more downcasted, that even Natalie testified against him; her statement was that he tried to rape her before Adrian came over to safe her from his clutches and had no idea of what went wrong as she had to run for her lif
He fluttered his lashes and let out a groan, his body aching with pain. Everything was appearing faint to him as he was subconscious of where he was. His curious hands examined his body, his eyes gazed at the clear skies, it took a while for his vision to become lucid as all that rang in his mind was possibly he was at the gates or heaven and waiting for his judgement. Alex coughed and managed to rise from the rocky ground which looked like a laid bed for him. It got him perplexed that he was the only one found in this landscape. The sun had risen brightly and had rested on his forehead which made his skin itch with irritations. "I survived?" He muttered asking himself because it was hard to believe that he survived the storm. His eyes studied his hands and feet, they were having some changes, mostly that his legs looks taller. He shoved over the thoughts that the sea must have erase his sense of observation and when his vision becomes clearer, he would discover that he was himse