Written By Lucy.
Annabel
What had she done? I stared in horror at the pulsing crimson streak. It seemed to be everywhere! I couldn't look away. I felt faint and sick. I felt shocked and terrified. He was dead! My very father was DEAD! Not only that but killed by the very woman who raised me. My mother! I know it had been an accident. They'd been arguing and it had got just to out of hand but I just couldn't bare it. The strict, mean woman who once upon a time held me an whispered words of encouragement when I was scared or hurt or upset.
I managed to tear my eyes away from the angry, red, ever growing patch of terrible blood. So big and terrifying and meaningful now that soon it would engulf me. I closed my eyes and there it was again. Imprinted onto my eyelids; burned into my subconscious. I took a stumbling step backwards, then another, then another until suddenly I was running, sprinting, as if I was being chased by blood hounds. my frozen cold, bare feet slapped against the hard, cracked concrete. Getting stabbed and scratched but I could not stop. My non existent muscles burned, they were on fire but I could not stop! Ever since the shortage of food arrived my muscles have been turned into nutrition for my body but for some reason-most likely the sense of fear and pure terror that orbited that run down shack- I was running faster than ever before.
I passed the broken, barbed wire fence and crossed into unknown territory. No one in the city knew what was out here. My feet started tripping over each other from exhaustion. CRASH! I fell tumbling, head first into the ground! The branch I tripped over landed on top of me and felt something warm trickle down my arm and cheek. I heaved the massive branch of my legs and assessed my injuries. I had a shallow gash along the side of my cheek and a deep wound in my shoulder where the wood had pierced my skin. I groaned. One hour at most and already I was hurt! How on earth was I going to survive for the rest of my years? "Maybe I should just go back?" One side of me said. "No." the other ordered. "Remember what happened!" I could hear and feel the argument ricocheting of the different parts of my brain. I sighed...
It's then that I heard it... The squeal of a poor, frightened little girl... And through the trees I spotted them...
The man was huge! Copper skinned with bedraggled jet black dread locks everywhere, like an intimidating Afro. 'cos that's what he was: dangerous and intimidating. His shirt must have once been white but know it was a deathly grey, the sleeves had been cut short and then ripped and torn even shorter by the bulging muscles which burst from underneath. His trouser were a dirty navy blue colour and jagged at the bottom. His boots were weirdly highly polished. They were brown, high boots with buckles which looked like torture, a heel made of of a blade and a deadly wheel at the back of each shoe which dug into the earth as he walked so he was always planted on his ground. In one hand was a club with all different tipes of blades, needles and knives sticking out of the wood like arms reaching for the pain of a victim. In the other hand was a minuscule little girl with hair as black as night, in a dress so grey and bedraggled it could no longer be called a dress who carried a battered, weather worn teddy bare. She looked no older than six!
I ground my teeth in anger. Snatching up the bent, twisted, gnarled branch from my feet, I dashed out into the scene. I pushed the little girl away and with battle cry flung the twisted branch into the murderer's head. The tangled twigs gripped his skin. Blood poured from the gaping wounds and the giant boulder of a man fell with a heavy thud to the floor! What had I done? I'd only wanted to stop him and now he was dead! I was no better than my mother. "Maybe it runs in the family." I thought hopelessly.
"Thanks for that." the little girl stated calmly. Now that I looked her hair wasn't infact black but blonde and matted with dirt. Suddenly I realised she was begining to saunter away.
"Wooah! Wait a minute! You can't just walk away! Who are you? What were you doing? Where are you from? What's your name?" I shouted breathlessly after her.
"My name Is Annabel." The girl replied...