Lost In the Woods
My breath quickened as I hid in the shadows. I couldn't stop now when I'm so close. I swallowed my fears and ran out of my hiding place. Gunshots fired off in the distance. No. Not gunshots. Laser shots. I turned my head just in time to see a Mortag aiming at me. These things were snake like beast. They had no nose and the used there tongue to smell. They had red slits for eyes and they were more than just alien creatures. They were trained assassins ready for anything.
I turned my head and ran faster. My foot caught a hold of something and I fell. Crap, I'm dead. I'm so dead! I looked at my foot and saw that it was bent a funny way. I turned my head and crawled as fast as I could.
"Hanzel Levi," whispered a slivery voice, "You know King Wilk would like you returned dead or alive," The body of the voice stepped out in a blood red cloak with it's hands behind it's back.
"I would prefer dead," said the Mortag as he pulled the laser gun from his pocket. I turned my head and waited for the laser beam to blast me to oblivion or something. It never came. I turned around and saw a young boy, wait no not boy, elfish-sort of boy. He looked about my age.
"Are you going to kill me or what?" I asked. He shook his head and put his hand out.
"Come on. I won't bite," he said sort of melodically. I grabbed his hand and tried to push myself up. My foot disagreed. It collapsed under me. Luckily, the elf boy caught me.
"We need to get you to somewhere safe, fast," he said so calmly. I shook my head and I tried to get out of his arms, but he wouldn't let me. I leaned into him and gave in.
"All right, but only for 5 minuets then I have to get back on the road," I said in a barely audible tone. He nodded and started to walk off towards a road. How could he hold him and I by himself? I was about 18 and he was carrying me. God, I look weak, like one of those princesses that get carried off into the sunset by the handsome prince. Nope, I won't allow it. I looked at him and he rolled his eyes. You know, you really don't look like that. You looked like an 18 year old human girl who just barely escaped with her life. What the…. Language!
All right, listen get out of my head…. Wait, how are you in my head?
I'm a mind reader.
How old are you?
20.
STAY OUT OF MY HEAD OKAY, ELF?!
How rude, I'm a Lizinger, last of my kind.
"All right, dude get out of my head," I said with as much force as I could, which was not very much. He stopped and set me down.
"Close your eyes very tight. I'm going to pop your foot into place. It might hurt just a tad," he said. I closed my eyes very tightly. SWEET MOTHER OF BABY JESUS! That hurt. I covered my mouth and muffled my scream. Tears streamed down my face as my foot was set against a rock. I couldn't help it. Once the tears started, they wouldn't stop. I was crying because of the pain, family, and earth. I was the only human left on the planet and I couldn't stop looking for them, for my family.