Hiya everyone~ OMG an update! XD Just kidding. I've actually written this a loooooong time ago but wanted to wait a bit to see if anyone ACTUALLY reads this^^. Thank you soooooo much A. Kingsleigh. You're review made me smile. And yes, I agree, the lack of Chicken Run fics is . aggravating. So I was like "Well! I'm gonna post a fic!" ^^ Ayway~ Enjoy Rooster Run Chapter 2. I own nothing.
Rooster Run
Chapter 2
Our next show was in the country side. Good, that means that there would be no need for me to worry about running into some one when I make my escape. Now, it is stereo typical that good looking people are meant to be stupid. That is entirely NOT true. Using my intelligence, I concocted an ingenious plan. I packed all my stuff in my bag; my cloak, some food, and a poster of myself to remind me of the glory of escaping this life. Most importantly, I packed one of the knives I pinched from the men while they were eating dinner. I hide the bag inside the cannon so that I can grab it at my last performance. When the time comes, I am going to take out the knife and when I shoot out of the cannon and fly towards the silk circus tent roof, I was going to slash a nice big hole in it and then continue to fly out of here, and out into freedom. All I have to do now is wait until night when I go one stage...for the last time.
Finally. It's here. My last performance. It takes a lot of effort not to show my plan on my face. Well, the humans didn't notice, but the animals did.
'What are you grinning about?' They asked.
'Grinning? I'm not grinning. This is just the face I have to put on when I go out into the stage.' I reply, the smile probably still on my face. This would be the last time I will be stuffed into a cannon, the last time I will be shot out with the scent of gunpowder, the last time I will be slam into the circus tent walls. It's bad for my face. Oh! It's my act they are announcing.
I go out. I smile and wave. Then I am picked up by the neck and stuffed into the cannon. They take aim roughly at the spot where I cut out the hole. I take out my cloak and tie it around my neck and the knife and clutch it tightly in one wing. I am almost there. I can hear the fuse being lit. I imagine it making its way down. I sling the bag over my shoulders. Any second now. In three...two...one...BOOM! For once, the explosion sounds like music. I soar out from the cannon. I zoom upwards. I am about to collide with the tent and then...rip! I slash a hole in the tent roof and, as I calculated, continue to fly out. I drop the knife and spread out my wings, loving the feel of the air beating against them, and I can't help it. I scream.
'Freedoooooom!' I cry out. I can just imagine the circus getting smaller and smaller as I get further and further away from that life. While I was escaping the hell that I was living in, I flew over a farm. I looked down and noticed someone standing outside, looking at me. It was a chicken. The chicken was a ginger colour and I saw that she was wearing a green hat. She laughed up to me. I smiled my charming smile and waved. Then the next thing I know, I bump into something. I am spinning five 360s, before being flung out to be slingshot-ed by some power wires. I plummet back to the ground and slide through a tub of chicken feed. I hit my head hard and then flung into a somersault. Me being graceful, I landed on my feet, right in front of the ginger chicken. I spread my arms out like I do in the circus. 'Thank you ladies and gentlemen. You've been a wonderful audience.' Well, I wasn't suppose to say that now that I escaped the circus. I guess old habits are hard to get rid of. Then, I black out. Yep, just like that. I heard a "bang" and then my world went black. All I remember are the ginger chicken's sharp green eyes staring worriedly behind me. They were a really pretty green.