Hello everybody! This is my first fan fiction. I suppose that, as my initial attempt, it wouldn't be so perfect and I'm really sorry for my very bad english: it isn't my native language. I appeal to your clemency! (PS: Every reference to news, people or stories of other writers is completely chance and involuntary). I hope you like it!!
WHEN YOU'RE GONE
Chapter 1: Rise
The swadows were everywhere.
Although he tried to open his eyes, he couldn't distinguish nothing more than the darkness. He couldn't breathe. It was like he was weighted down by something heavy and shapeless, like was...
Buried alive!
The panic began to pincer his heart. Return to life only to die in the nexts instans! What a cruel fate could've been possibe!
He tried hard to calm himself. Outside the grave, he heard the roar of the storm upset the sky and the rumble of the thunder smash the earth. From the bowels of the ground an unknown and powerful force grew like a jolt of earthquake than pressed him to free himself from his prison.
He attempted to fight with all of his strenghtbut he was trapped from every side. He wasn't able to move. The earth held him back and nailed him down implacably. It was impossible for him to go out of this horrible nightmare.
He struggled with more vigour and tenacity. It was necessary to used up the whole reserve of air. He must come out from there or he would die during the attempt. He would never surrender without figthing. In this moment he felt a fondness of the like that he never perceived before. He won't die another time. Not now.
He knew that the oxigen was exhausting every second that passed but he continue tossing and turning and wriggling with growing fury as long as he felt his limb move. Picking up the last reserves of his vital energy, in a desperate act with his right hand he managed to punch the shroud that wrapped up his body and pierce the last layer of earth that separtated him from the living land. As soos as his hand was out, quikly another one, from the other side, grasped it and began to pull him out of the grave with force.
In his heart he felt again the hope reborn, intense and benign like a fresh light breeze relieve the burning anguish that tormented his spirit. A torrent of new energy and vitality that got bigger at every pieces of his body snatched from the erath.
After interminable and anguished moments the top of his bust was drew out of the grave and at last, after so much time, he return to breathe another time.
Allan Quatermain was alaive. Again.
It's not much long, I konw, but if this story will have success I promise to the next chapters longer than this. I ask you, please, to tell me what do you think about it and what you like it happen. I would have no problem to satisfy you. Send me also some criticism so I can do my best with my work. Otherwise, if it will not have success this will be the first and the last chapter I've ever write. Its future is in your hands!!