Hi, guys. I'm back, with a whole new story. I've been dying to post another story, but I just haven't had the time. But I had a free evening tonight, so I decided to post this for you all. Fair warning, this story will be a lot darker than anything else I've written, and will also focus on the concept of religion, specifically Christianity. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. You have been warned.
"David, come on!" the young woman called as she ran through the park. "Come on, we're almost there!" David ran after her, wheezing slightly, and she slowed her pace to match with his. "You're doing great; you've come a long way since we started."
The slightly overweight man smiled at her as they jogged along the trail. "Thanks, Lana," he panted. "Really, thanks."
Lana returned the smile and they ran in silence until they reached the street. "Right, that's it for this week. You've done great, though, David; you should be proud of yourself. I'll see you again next Saturday, same time, and we'll see if we can't increase the distance of our run."
"Sounds good," David agreed.
"Excellent. Remember, nothing fatty or processed, and no more than 5g of salt a day. Sodas, sweets, crisps as well: all out."
David nodded. "I know. I'll see you next week." Wiping the sweat off his brow, he set off at a slow pace down the street. Lana watched him until he was about halfway down the street, before turning and running back into the park, deviating off the trail and running through the trees. She much preferred going off the path and finding her own way back, rather than being told where she had to walk. Lana had never been particularly good with rules.
Going through the trees was always nice, as well; there was something peaceful about them that helped Lana to cool down after a training session. It was quiet because she was away from the path, so she could just be with her thoughts.
Lana gasped as she tripped and fell to the ground, putting her hands out instinctively. She hissed as she felt the sting of cuts on her palms from twigs on the ground. Carefully pushing herself to her knees, Lana inspected the damage.
"Dammit," she groaned at the long, thin slash across her left palm. Thin cuts always hurt like a bitch, since the nerve endings were left exposed, and this one would be a pain to deal with while it healed.
Lana twisted around to see what it was she'd tripped over. It could have been a branch, which, if it was, she was lucky not to have twisted her ankle on, as well.
These thoughts quickly left her mind, replaced by intense fear, as Lana saw what she had tripped over. Her screams echoed through the park as she scurried away from the burnt, blistered body, the only one present to hear her.
Short, creepy opening, I know. The other chapters will be longer, I promise. When that will be, however, I don't know. Since I'm now in Sixth Form, I get a lot more prep to do. Those who have done their A-Levels in a Sixth Form will know the general amount of work I'm getting on a daily basis. I'm only taking four subjects, but I have two teachers for each, who both set their own prep, so lots of homework. Lucky me. So, my writing time has been severely reduced. Just be patient with me, though; I will update whenever's possible, I promise. But for now, good night! xx