Post by Oni!! Ate. Cakes. on Jul 15, 2008 5:32:57 GMT -5
(Sat May 31, 2008 @ 01:13am)
Prologue -
The air was frigid and crisp in the boy’s throat as he sprinted through the night. His breath clouded around him with every panicked exhale and with every inhale the icy air cut at his already raw throat. Shadows leaped out at him from the dark, spooking him, but he refused to turn tail and go back. He refused to return.
Icy jagged wind pelted his bare skin without mercy, his body shuddering from lack of heat. Only a pair of tattered brown shorts covered a mere patch of his skin. The moon beamed high above with its mystic glow, lighting the way for the boy and yet exposing him from the night.
He wished the moon would be covered by clouds. Hoping desperately for the cover of darkness. He prayed no one would see him. His eyes peered around him, frantically searching, keen, alert, for any sudden movements. Any obscure sign of human life other than his own. Even without the moon’s majestic light, he could see fine. He saw better without light. In fact, he was way better at pretty much anything.
That’s why he had to escape. So they wouldn’t have him again.
The perimeter of the prison grounds was expansive. He had never been this far out before, and he had no idea where he was going. Running blind would have been better than now. There were only a few scattered trees around him and none were thick enough to hide him. His frame was thin and pale, sleek and slender. He was a mere streak as he crossed the dirt patched ground.
His arms pumped at his sides, his legs throbbed horribly as they carried him onward. Even his lungs, which were large and powerful, were aching from the run. If he didn’t stop soon to rest he’d burn himself out and his chance for escape would be all for not. That’s when his eyes caught sight of something glinting off in the distance. The moon’s silvery glow glinted off something metallic.
A fence!
It was the fence that guarded the whole perimeter. He was almost there. He was almost free! The word trickled through his mind, sounding off inner alarms, making him eager and frantic. His entire being tingled, making him tremble, as he sprinted even faster at the fence.
Freedom. Freedom. Freedom! Freedom!
The air rippled suddenly. He could feel it. He jumped into the air upon feeling the air break apart behind him, twisting around. But it was too late. The thunderous crack from the rifle hadn’t even reached the boy’s ears when the bullet shot straight through his heart. He dropped. Dead before he even touched the ground.
Blood pooled slowly from the wound and began to increase in speed, creating a puddle as someone walked up to him. Heavy footsteps from a pair of army boots. The man wearing the boots looked down at the pale, dead boy with eyes as cold as wind cutting through his thin jacket. He held up the rifle once again in his gloved hands, took aim right at the boy’s head and fired three times. Then he walked away.
The boy’s body wasn’t moved. It wasn’t even touched. So he laid there. Broken. Bleeding. Dead in a pool of his own blood.
He was only eight-years-old.
Prologue -
The air was frigid and crisp in the boy’s throat as he sprinted through the night. His breath clouded around him with every panicked exhale and with every inhale the icy air cut at his already raw throat. Shadows leaped out at him from the dark, spooking him, but he refused to turn tail and go back. He refused to return.
Icy jagged wind pelted his bare skin without mercy, his body shuddering from lack of heat. Only a pair of tattered brown shorts covered a mere patch of his skin. The moon beamed high above with its mystic glow, lighting the way for the boy and yet exposing him from the night.
He wished the moon would be covered by clouds. Hoping desperately for the cover of darkness. He prayed no one would see him. His eyes peered around him, frantically searching, keen, alert, for any sudden movements. Any obscure sign of human life other than his own. Even without the moon’s majestic light, he could see fine. He saw better without light. In fact, he was way better at pretty much anything.
That’s why he had to escape. So they wouldn’t have him again.
The perimeter of the prison grounds was expansive. He had never been this far out before, and he had no idea where he was going. Running blind would have been better than now. There were only a few scattered trees around him and none were thick enough to hide him. His frame was thin and pale, sleek and slender. He was a mere streak as he crossed the dirt patched ground.
His arms pumped at his sides, his legs throbbed horribly as they carried him onward. Even his lungs, which were large and powerful, were aching from the run. If he didn’t stop soon to rest he’d burn himself out and his chance for escape would be all for not. That’s when his eyes caught sight of something glinting off in the distance. The moon’s silvery glow glinted off something metallic.
A fence!
It was the fence that guarded the whole perimeter. He was almost there. He was almost free! The word trickled through his mind, sounding off inner alarms, making him eager and frantic. His entire being tingled, making him tremble, as he sprinted even faster at the fence.
Freedom. Freedom. Freedom! Freedom!
The air rippled suddenly. He could feel it. He jumped into the air upon feeling the air break apart behind him, twisting around. But it was too late. The thunderous crack from the rifle hadn’t even reached the boy’s ears when the bullet shot straight through his heart. He dropped. Dead before he even touched the ground.
Blood pooled slowly from the wound and began to increase in speed, creating a puddle as someone walked up to him. Heavy footsteps from a pair of army boots. The man wearing the boots looked down at the pale, dead boy with eyes as cold as wind cutting through his thin jacket. He held up the rifle once again in his gloved hands, took aim right at the boy’s head and fired three times. Then he walked away.
The boy’s body wasn’t moved. It wasn’t even touched. So he laid there. Broken. Bleeding. Dead in a pool of his own blood.
He was only eight-years-old.
~
