Pfft. Starting another story. What the heck is wrong with me? XD
To me, a gunshot is probably the loudest thing you'll ever hear.
Especially if the bullet is hurtling towards you.
Bang! Bang!
Music to my ears. NOT.
The bullets slashed the forest canopy. Above me, the birds and monkeys screeched in fright and scattered.
Below them, I ran.
Legs hammering, I pounded through the forest. Mind completely blank. Terrified beyond recognition.
Find the path, quick!
Random shapes blurred by in the dark. Trees. Bushes. Startled animals. Gun carrying killers? I couldn't tell. My heart pounded against my chest as I barreled forward in a sprint. Blinded by the night.
I almost lost my footing from a root poking out, but I just kept running.
Hurry up, idiot!
Something zipped past me in the blackness. I froze.
"Alvin?"
Dead silence was my answer. Stillness.
Waiting means instant death! MOVE YOUR BUTT!
Powering my feet again, I bolted through the night.
Please have that been Alvin that passed me.
We didn't have a plan. Why should we? Nobody knew we were here, let alone what we were doing exactly.
Who is trying to shoot me?
I gulped in air, my lungs threating to burst.
Later on, the change happened. I honestly could have run forever. Fast. Restless. My perfect vision piercing the shadows. Lost in the dark.
Those thugs wouldn't have stood a chance against me. Not with what I got. I would have savaged them. Planned without speaking. Stalked them like kittens. Then taken out the trash.
But tonight was not that night, unfortunately. I was is some serious trouble. Scared senseless.
All I could really do was run. Hard. Branches clawed at my skin. Finally, I hit the beach.
I was so close.
A voice hissed from the void.
"Netta! Over here!"
Theodore.
Thank you Jesus!
In the moonlight, I could just make out the boat. Jumping the rail, I dropped into the bow an and turned to scan the shoreline. Clear. For a moment.
"Where's Simon? Alvin?" I whispered. Sweat drenched. I was definitely on tilt.
"I'm here." Alvin eased from the darkness. A quick bound and he was in, sliding behind the controls. With the keys in hand, he paused, afraid to turn the engine. Afraid not to.
Simon was still out there…
We sat tensed, waiting. My courage has hit rock bottom at the moment.
Come on, Si. Show yourself. Please, oh please, oh please, oh please…
Lol, just an idea. I like this idea. A lot. Imma try it.
Reviews are appreciated! :3