David's Scar
"It's a great story I'll tell you sometime." said David.
At once the story came rushing back at the speed of light. He was standing of the edge of a hill looking up at the sky. It was a clear day and the sky was as blue as a picture book sea. His hoverboard was next him on the ground. He was 13 at the time and felt like an adult. He heard a thunder In the distance. Not thunder from a storm, and it was much much louder than even a helicopter. He looked toward where the noise was coming from and saw several grey flying machines with what looked like two sets of spinning blades, one on either end, coming closer. Frightened, he ran back for cover in the woods. He had never seen anything like them before; and he had a feeling that they were no good. David suddenly realized that in his terror he had forgotten his hoverboard. He darted back into the open and grabbed his board. He ran back toward the train tracks and flew as fast as he could toward the Smoke. The noise grew louder and louder but wasn't on him quite yet. David decided to play it safe and hide out in the cave until the threat had passed. He hurriedly jumped off the board and ran deep into the cave. As he ran his foot caught on something. He twisted around to see his shoe stuck between two jagged rocks. He struggled blindly for a minute, suddenly it snapped free and sent him tumbling forward face first on a flat rock with a sharp edge. The edge hit him right above his eye sending a sharp pain into his head. He cried out in pain, and put his and up to his face. It came away red and sticky with blood. His eyebrow continued to bleed heavily. He sat in the dark holding his head for a few more minutes afraid to go in the open. the pain became unbearable, so he rallied himself and crawled cautiously back into the blinding sunlight. The noise had ceased so he got on his board and flew slowly back to the Smoke. By the time he got there blood was streaming down the side of his face and he was forcing back tears. He had taken hoverboard falls of all kinds and various other injuries but this was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. He got the gash cleaned and bandaged up but continued to puzzle over the thundering noise and the flying machines. He resolved to ask his parents; maddy and Az didn't say much but he could tell they knew something that they weren't telling him.
He snapped back to reality and ran his fingers tenderly over the scar as the pieces came together in his mind: the flying machines were hovercars and they had been operated by smoke-hunting specials.
The end.