It was night. The stars shone down from the heavens like scattered holes in a moth eaten blue blanket as he crept up on The Farm. He didn't dare speak, for this was dangerous, and he couldn't get caught, not again. He struggled to upright himself without much noise, and turned his attention to the barn, its dark and looming appearance still gave him the chills. He saw people outside the barn, and shrunk away as they marched past, their uniforms telling him that they were guards. As the light from their lantern died away, he quickly snaked his way from the bush he was hiding at to a pen marked 4-C. He peered inside. Nobody. Lucky for him, he still remembered the loose fence board that he had used to escape from here four years ago, and slid through.
He was now in a muddy pen, like the one they use for animals, he thought, disgusted, as he quietly crawled to the giant barn door. At first, he was hesitant to knock. What if they found out about mine and Mother's plan? What if they are waiting for me in there? He couldn't bear the thought of his beautiful mother, the one who had orchestrated this entire plan, being held at lazer point while he was forced to give up his freedom, again. He normally would give anything so his mother could live, but this time, he wasn't going down without a fight. This time, he had a reason to come back. This time, nobody was going to stand in his way.
Hope you like it! :) This is my very first story on fanfiction, and any helpful advice is welcome! If you like this, please review, and if I get enough positive reviews, I will post the second chapter!
-Gwen3