this is my third story! i 3 peter pan! i so want that on a T- shirt. anyway, don't let me and my happiness make you turn away from the story since my characters are nothing like me, especially my OC in this story. to tell you the truth this story was inspired by jane's awesome combat hat. i let my mind drift off and this came out! ( don't read this part) enjoy my brain barf! ( i told you not to read it)
Disclaimer: don't sue me disney! if i owned it i would say so! it would be so sad if i was sued by the place that dreams come true!
I walk swiftly and silently through the thick undergrowth of the forest. My nose is filled with the smell of dirt and damp grass and my head is dizzy from anxiety. My heart hammers painfully in my chest as I push away a near by branch. Breathing heavily I look up at the moon. I silently thank it for lighting my way. Though, I thought looking around at the dark forest, it didn't help much. I hear the snap of a twig from somewhere in the vast distance that is the darkness. I swallow hard and quicken my pass. Slowly I break into a run, pushing away the large branches that threaten to stop me. A branch slaps hard against my hand and I can feel it starting to swell but I don't stop. I continue to run without looking back. The dizziness refuses to ease and I can feel the blood rushing in my head. I break though the trees breathing heavily and am horrified to see that I am in a large clearing. The moons light pools into the clearing making it look artificially beautiful. The grass is thick and damp and the light reflects of it making it almost look luminescent. Large patches of moss cover the ground making it slippery. Trees surround it creating a loose circle. I run to the other side of the circle placing my feet carefully around the moss. I run with all my might hoping for a chance to get out before whatever's chasing me gets in. However, as soon as I get to the trees a large man steps out.
The first thing I notice is that he has a large gun at his waist that looks like it has been through many battles. The second is that his hand is positioned ready on the handle. The last is that he is decked head to toe in green camouflage. That's all I needed. A soldier, I thought bitterly. With the wind rushing in my ears to match to the blood swirling angrily in my head, I couldn't think. Luckily I didn't have to as my body practically moved by it's self. My hand balled into a fist and before the man could attempt to defend himself my fist aligned with his nose. I heard a crack and winced. Before I could feel regret for my actions I felt a prickling on my neck. I turned sharply and stood face to face with my attacker. He didn't have a chance to pull the trigger on his gun as I quickly kicked it out of his hand. I kicked him in the stomach as well and as he bent down to clutch his gut I gave him another in the face. The man slowly fell to his knees but before I could attack him again yet another soldier came from the depths of the forest. He headed straight for me and I did the same. A second before we meet in the middle of the forest the man begins to pull out his gun. With one swift movement I grab the pistol and shove it into his gut. The man gasps in pain and almost directly after I feel the light prickle on my neck. Pulling the gun from the hands of the wounded soldier, I round in on the other swinging the gun in a large arch. It hit him in the face causing his whole body to jerk to the side. He fell to the ground and several other soldiers emerged from the forest. I readied myself for the coming brawl. From the dark depths of the forest I could hear a loud steady clap. I felt my whole body stiffen. The rushing in my head got louder as the clapping got closer. I swallowed hard and tried not to let my fear or my confusion show on my face.
"Bravo! A wonderful performance, indeed! At ease men!" all of the soldier's immediately stand straighter than straight. Even the men I had injured painfully got to their feet. I turn to see a large muscular man coming out of the trees. He has a camouflage suit like the others but has much more metals. The whole left side of his chest is filled with golden metals and colorful ribbons. A colonel. In other word the leader of my attackers. He should be considerably harder to defeat then those soldiers but I can take him. I swallowed hard and glared at the ridiculously large man. I never showed that I was intimidated. Ever.
"Young man you are utterly and completely extraordinary." The colonel said in a thick British accent. The confusion bubbled in my chest but my glare did not waver. I didn't know where this was going so I had to be prepared for anything.
"You are much more talented then my sorry excuses for a troop. Maybe I should replace them with you! It would surely be more rewarding." The man said this with venom practically oozing out of every word. I didn't think it was possible for those men to stand up straighter but they did. No one wanted to get the boot from the army which was understandable. The perks you got from being a soldier were amazing.
"Who knew such a skinny boy could fight like that!? Where do you hide all that skill kid?!" the colonel asked loudly. His laughter boomed through the mostly silent forest.
"Why do you look like that, kid?! You scared or something?! Johnson get a load of this! The kids giving me the death glare!" I merely raised an eyebrow at his laughter. Another man with many metals appeared out of the forest. He wasn't as muscular as the other and had clean shave rather than the stubble on his partner.
Johnson also raised an eyebrow in my direction and sized me up. It was obvious he was skeptical.
"Mason…you trying to tell me that this…this child defeated the Andrew brothers, Evans, and Mayberry?" the man said looking me over once more. My glare was steady and unmoving. Who ever they were I didn't like them. Peters nodded eagerly and Johnson sighed an expression of reluctant defeat on his face.
"What's your name kid?" Johnson asked speaking directly to me for the first time. I glared at him for a few more seconds before answering. There was no harm in telling him my name. It wasn't my real name anyway.
"Alyxe." I said quickly. I didn't trust them ad just telling them my name left a biter taste on my tongue.
"Alyxe…" Johnson said impatiently gesturing for me to continue
"Just Alyxe." I said with a glare. My tone was razor sharp but unlike most people Johnson didn't flinch. He didn't even bat an eye.
"Well Alexander." I winced. That wasn't my name. Never was either. Johnson smiled at my annoyance. "How would you like to become apart of the army?"
That's when it all clicked in my head and I mentally slapped my self for taking a short cut through the forest in the first place. This was all some sort of sick initiation process. The army's cruel way of getting new recruits. What if had been killed? What if I didn't have 'all that skill'?
"I don't really have much of a choice do I?" I said with a scowl. Johnson's smile widened revealing a big toothy grin.
"Smart kid." He snickered.
My scowl deepened as he slowly sunk back into the forest. Mason soon followed but not before giving me a mock salute and a triumphant grin. The other soldiers followed them looking pathetically like loyal puppies. I was soon going to have to be one of those puppies. I unclench my now sore jaw and sigh. If I knew this was going to happen I would much rather have stayed home. I would much rather swallow a bowl of nails before I join the army. I would much rather do anything than join the army. I look around at the beautiful clearing and wonder how such a horrible thing can take here. With another sigh I start back home. First I walk slowly then I begin to run even faster then when I was being followed. Strong emotions always fueled my actions. I was angry, I hit harder. I was depressed I ran faster. I was happy I jumped higher. I swallowed the lump in my throat and ran faster. Soon the rushing filled my mind and the air speeds pass me. My feet hardly touched the ground and my breathing became uneven. My eyes watered as the wind hit them directly and my vision blurred slightly. Through the blur I could see a tendril of hair at through the corner of my eye.
I came to a sharp stop skidding on the wet dirt and grass of the forest. I grabbed a near by tree to steady my self but ended up scrapping my hands on the bark. When I was balanced I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. The smell of blood filled my nostrils and I studied the palms of my hands. The scraps weren't that bad but the stung like hell. I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the smell. I had always been sensitive to the smell of blood. Why, I don't know but I do know that it is extremely annoying to be on the verge of vomiting whenever you smell blood, especially when you've been around blood as much as I have. I drop my back pack top the ground and unzip it. I rummage around for a bit and feel the smooth plastic surface of my first aid kit. I pull it out and it opens with as soft click. I smile at the contents. Inside there is the usual first aid stuff like bandages, antiseptic, and a thermometer. However it also included a photograph of three children. There were three boys and one girl in the photograph, all looking relatively young. It was easy to see that they were siblings by the dark, black hair and bright blue eyes they all shared and it was even more obvious by how close they all looked. The girl was propped up on the younger looking boy's shoulders while the older two boys who were obviously twins both gave her a kiss on one of cheeks. The girl was laughing with her hands folded neatly on her brother's head. She looked no older than six and was clearly the youngest. They all looked to be having the time of their lives and extremely happy despite the fact that there wasn't a parent in sight. There were many other photos. The children at a park sitting in a line on a bench each with chocolate ice cream on their nose, the little girl and the youngest boy staring wide eyed at a massive aquarium their faces pressed to the glass, the little girl with both of the twins each of them wearing a pair of colorful oversized sunglasses, but they all had one thing in common despite the clearly different adventures. In every picture they all looked like they had never been happier. I carefully picked up another picture and smiled. It was the only picture the children were not smiling in. they were all sprawled across the floor in the heart of a room full of pillows sleeping peacefully. My eyes watered again so I quickly put the pictures away.
I took out the antiseptic a cleaned my cuts ignoring the stinging that came after. When my cuts were clean and bandaged I zipped up my backpack slipping it back on. I stood up and once again caught the sight of a strip of blonde hair. I tucked it back into my green camouflage cap and made sure no other pieces had escaped before I began to continue through the forest. I was surprised by how close I was to the end of the forest. It hardly took two minutes for me to walk to the edge and into the alley that lead to my home. I knew I was fast but I didn't think I was that fast. This was verging on extraordinary. Have I gotten faster? I haven't been practicing. I wonder if-
My thoughts stopped short just as my body did. I heard something. I strained my ears to catch the faint sound. It sounded like…whooshing. As if something…
I looked up but it was too late. Before I could blink I was roughly grabbed by dirty hands and pulled up onto some sort of plane. I got a glimpse of the plane before I was shoved onto it and into a large scratchy sack. I noticed that it looked strangely like a boat, with sails and all. But boats didn't fly. They just didn't. Right?
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