Chapter 1: Victim 1
The wind whipped through the towering trees as he ran for his precious life in this never-ending forest of death. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, his frantic foot falls, and his painted breath. Branches, twigs and sharp thorn like sticks, cut open his face and body, as they slammed into him in his break neck dash for safety. His vision blurred and melded together as all the greens, browns, and greys ran together into one solid mass of colour, surrounding him in his race for survival. His mouth gaped open with his tong hanging down from his jaws, drenched in saliva and all he could taste was the cold air on his tong, and the occasional bug that flew down into his wind pipe. He feared he would go mad or collapse, if he did not escape the clutches of these horridly demonic woods.
He just kept running, for his life. The night sky above him seemed to be laughing at him, with its coating of stars that would wink at him through the blur of colour and make him all the more fearful and angry at the same time. He just wished he hadn't got himself into this, why was he so gullible?! He couldn't believe the person that had been sending notes to him in his locker had asked him to finally meet face to face, so of cores he said yes and they agreed to meet in these very woods. Now look were that got him! How was he going to get out of this one?!
Thump Thump!
His heart pounded against his chest.
Crack Crack!
The leaves and twigs snapped beneath his feet.
Whoosh!
The frozen wind scraped across his face making it turn numb.
Then, out of the blue, his legs come out from underneath him and, as he fell he felt a searing pain and a thick wetness near the tops of his thighs near his waist. He let out a blood-curtailing scream as he slowly turned to look down upon the bloody, torn stumps of mangled flesh, bone and trouser fabric that used to carry him around all day as his legs. The looked as if someone or something had just up and ripped them off with their bare hands, claws, teeth, or whatever the hell the thing used to do this to his precious legs.
How would he ever be able to run in the house championships in the four hundred meter race with no legs!?
How would he win sports day and bring back the trophy for his school's house!?
Scratch that; how the hell would he ever get home!?
Blood pooled round him out of his stumps in a never ending sea that spread across the ground like a river flooding it's banks, staining the ground crimson red. His body was going into shock. A fatal shock.
Then he went into cardiac arrest.
He felt the sweet arms of death take him and he embraced it with open arms as he felt his physical form drifting further and further away from him. He then was ripped into the next life where he would be free to walk without the danger of having his legs torn off ever again.
Hey I know this is like way short! but its only like a short intro
It will make sence more into the story you go! ^_^
This was something I wrote on holiday and just found a few days ago so decided to type it up and write some more!
Rate and Review! XD
P.S. Get well soon my sprout!!!!!!