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Forsaken
Chapter One
Sirens blared in my ears like the firing of a shot gun cutting across the crisp night air in long dragged out shots. My feet pounded against the ground in quick repeated motions to keep me moving as fast as my legs would go. As I ran the branches from the trees and the bushes clawed at my face and slashed at my clothing. I couldn't think of the pain, though, I wouldn't allow it. I had trained myself to ignore pain, and one something as petty as branches was something I could take very easily.
Suddenly the sirens stopped. One would normally be relieved by such a thing, but it scared me, made me wonder what was going on, I didn't like not knowing what was happening. The dead silence of the night surrounded me in a cold and hard block of stone. My heart, it pounded so loudly, they would hear it surely. No one could miss such a loud sound echoing in the endless dark. I kept running, despite such a change I kept running. If I got caught I would be a burden to the others; they didn't need another weight on their shoulders. This was my mission and they would not interfere. The best way to not be captured was get as far from the area as possible and then blend in to your surroundings.
Out of nowhere a light flashed and landed right on me, causing me to stop in my tracks. It illuminated my whole body and I had to shield my eyes from the intensity of the light when my eyes had not been used to light at all, much less a spot light. They knew where I was. I silently cursed under my breath. I was going to hell for this. I had failed in my mission it seemed. I squinted and looked forward. A cliff lay on the end. Heh, what had I been planning before? I must have gotten turned around; I could have sworn that there was land this way. I looked up at the tower from which the light shone down on me and I knew that my only escape was just a pit to salty sea waters below. Death was my sentence then? So be it.
I dashed out from under the light despite the thundering voice from the tower telling me to stay where I was until the proper people came to take me. As I ran pain shot through my entire arm and I gripped it, I had been shot. I couldn't stop now, however. I had to keep going, I had no choice. My hand was quickly covered in the warm liquid and as soon as I started to run once more another shot rang out - though this time it landed in my leg causing me to fall face first into the mud. They had a sniper up there, damn them, he seemed to have a pretty bad aim, and it seemed they wanted me alive, good for me, though, they weren't going to get their wish. I heaved my body up onto two legs and started across to the cliff. I ignored the pain as best I could, but two bullet shots were hard to ignore, if I got hit again I don't know if I could keep running. I wasted no time in flinging my body over the edge toward the black waters below. One last shot rang out and I felt it imbed itself in my side. I never remembered hitting the water.
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I was cold. That was the first thing I knew when I began to regain consciousness. I felt so distant from the place upon which I was laying. It was like even though I was apparently lying on ground, I could tell this by what I figured were sharp rocks poking into my flesh. Water must have been around me, for half my face and the rest of my body was covered in a bitter cold. Thankfully, however, my mouth and nose remained out of the water somehow.
I willed my eyes to open, and they wouldn't. I laid there for a minute, I had to get to dry land or I might freeze tonight. This time I forced my eyes open where they met a starry sky. I groaned as I tried to flip myself over to my stomach so I might crawl out of the water - walking was out of the question for fear off too much pain. I immediately regretted the movement and I fell back onto my back rather quickly. Pain shot through all over me, though there were three or four major areas. I didn't want to think about that, I had to get to dry land. I bit my lip and concentrated only on my destination. I rolled to my side, my body felt as thought it was on fire and my vision blurred. Blood started to trickle from my lip where I bit it. I finished the movement onto my stomach. I nearly cried out in pain, but I caught myself. I couldn't let them hear me.
I looked forward and saw that the land was right in front of me. I pressed my hand against the rocky sand under my fingers and did my best to hoist myself onto all fours. My hand fisted around the sopping sand while a tear ran down my face as the blinding pain shot through me again. My vision blurred, but I couldn't give up. I reached out and very slowly made my way down to the shore where the waters became shallower and the sand more frequent instead of rocks.
As soon as I made it completely out of the water I lost all of my strength and landed in the sand. I wasn't far from the water, I hoped that the tide wouldn't come in, I couldn't remember if it came in or out in the mornings, not that it was particularly important.
/Damn am I lucky./ I thought. /I survived. I am actually alive./ Pain shot through my body and I smiled and thought sarcastically before I fell back out of consciousness, /Damn, it sure does feel good to be alive./
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Severed Glass
Forsaken
Chapter One
Sirens blared in my ears like the firing of a shot gun cutting across the crisp night air in long dragged out shots. My feet pounded against the ground in quick repeated motions to keep me moving as fast as my legs would go. As I ran the branches from the trees and the bushes clawed at my face and slashed at my clothing. I couldn't think of the pain, though, I wouldn't allow it. I had trained myself to ignore pain, and one something as petty as branches was something I could take very easily.
Suddenly the sirens stopped. One would normally be relieved by such a thing, but it scared me, made me wonder what was going on, I didn't like not knowing what was happening. The dead silence of the night surrounded me in a cold and hard block of stone. My heart, it pounded so loudly, they would hear it surely. No one could miss such a loud sound echoing in the endless dark. I kept running, despite such a change I kept running. If I got caught I would be a burden to the others; they didn't need another weight on their shoulders. This was my mission and they would not interfere. The best way to not be captured was get as far from the area as possible and then blend in to your surroundings.
Out of nowhere a light flashed and landed right on me, causing me to stop in my tracks. It illuminated my whole body and I had to shield my eyes from the intensity of the light when my eyes had not been used to light at all, much less a spot light. They knew where I was. I silently cursed under my breath. I was going to hell for this. I had failed in my mission it seemed. I squinted and looked forward. A cliff lay on the end. Heh, what had I been planning before? I must have gotten turned around; I could have sworn that there was land this way. I looked up at the tower from which the light shone down on me and I knew that my only escape was just a pit to salty sea waters below. Death was my sentence then? So be it.
I dashed out from under the light despite the thundering voice from the tower telling me to stay where I was until the proper people came to take me. As I ran pain shot through my entire arm and I gripped it, I had been shot. I couldn't stop now, however. I had to keep going, I had no choice. My hand was quickly covered in the warm liquid and as soon as I started to run once more another shot rang out - though this time it landed in my leg causing me to fall face first into the mud. They had a sniper up there, damn them, he seemed to have a pretty bad aim, and it seemed they wanted me alive, good for me, though, they weren't going to get their wish. I heaved my body up onto two legs and started across to the cliff. I ignored the pain as best I could, but two bullet shots were hard to ignore, if I got hit again I don't know if I could keep running. I wasted no time in flinging my body over the edge toward the black waters below. One last shot rang out and I felt it imbed itself in my side. I never remembered hitting the water.
---*---
I was cold. That was the first thing I knew when I began to regain consciousness. I felt so distant from the place upon which I was laying. It was like even though I was apparently lying on ground, I could tell this by what I figured were sharp rocks poking into my flesh. Water must have been around me, for half my face and the rest of my body was covered in a bitter cold. Thankfully, however, my mouth and nose remained out of the water somehow.
I willed my eyes to open, and they wouldn't. I laid there for a minute, I had to get to dry land or I might freeze tonight. This time I forced my eyes open where they met a starry sky. I groaned as I tried to flip myself over to my stomach so I might crawl out of the water - walking was out of the question for fear off too much pain. I immediately regretted the movement and I fell back onto my back rather quickly. Pain shot through all over me, though there were three or four major areas. I didn't want to think about that, I had to get to dry land. I bit my lip and concentrated only on my destination. I rolled to my side, my body felt as thought it was on fire and my vision blurred. Blood started to trickle from my lip where I bit it. I finished the movement onto my stomach. I nearly cried out in pain, but I caught myself. I couldn't let them hear me.
I looked forward and saw that the land was right in front of me. I pressed my hand against the rocky sand under my fingers and did my best to hoist myself onto all fours. My hand fisted around the sopping sand while a tear ran down my face as the blinding pain shot through me again. My vision blurred, but I couldn't give up. I reached out and very slowly made my way down to the shore where the waters became shallower and the sand more frequent instead of rocks.
As soon as I made it completely out of the water I lost all of my strength and landed in the sand. I wasn't far from the water, I hoped that the tide wouldn't come in, I couldn't remember if it came in or out in the mornings, not that it was particularly important.
/Damn am I lucky./ I thought. /I survived. I am actually alive./ Pain shot through my body and I smiled and thought sarcastically before I fell back out of consciousness, /Damn, it sure does feel good to be alive./
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Severed Glass