Chapter 3: Refuse to Submit
I ran on, Indebted to my cause, Who was that lady? Where did she go? Is the story she said related to what I'm going through now? It doesn't matter, what matters is finding Sophie and putting an end to this nightmare. I ran briskly through the cold night air. I thought I heard a rustlin' in the bushes and I decided to check my facts. It was a clue left by Sophie, a note saying that she was being taken away by a strange man. I continued on my path but now I was serious.
As I went I heard a scream in the distance but it was far. "is that sophie?" I pondered quizzically but with no doubt that it was Sophie. I ran north. As I went I saw a 60 degree incline blocking my way, there was no doubt in my mind that I had to climb it. I roughly plowed my way up the hill, desperate to get to the top, my feet pounded into the hill grappling with the elements, my hands clambered onto any holding in their path grasping deliberately on the most firm and forceful structures, if only to further insure my safety but also increase the rate at which I was going for if I fell now it would spell the end of my days, these actions had led my 'bod to spray their natural coolants all over my straining flesh simmering against the heat of my dermis. The rain came but my sweat did too. The incline went on and so did I. This "Slippery Slope" was slippery indeed, but the thought of my soft Soph' kept me escalating fast and hard, The desperation in my actions led to a slip up as I came tumbling to a halt. But I had already made my final pass. I had homogenized with the peak of this hill but at what disbursement? Shimmering in the moon light my wet coating glistened even through the rain, my triumph was forever etched into the summit as the sweat of my brow basked in the glory of this accomplishment. I must press on, Dashing exuberantly like a bat out of hell, Sophie is counting on me and I mustn't let her down.
I went north, reaching the screams but they were not from Sophie. They were from Paul, "paul what are you doing here?" I asked quizzically. "Sophie came through here" he said. We slinked along a dark passage way into the underbelly of my city. Sophie be OK I prayed.
But as soon as I made my holy sanctions, I felt a strange warm breeze accompanied by Noises I cannot explain, they were like owl sounds but higher and more humanistic. Paul shivered and started crying, he pulled out a Glock 23 generation 3. "Paul I thought you got rid of that god-forsaken thing!" I exclaimed forcefully, "I'm never going to get rid of this my father gave this to me and he was a marine too" Paul articulated, The winds began to pick up strongly though, and the sounds elevated drastically.
"Paul we need to go! Hand me the piece!" I commanded "Here Simon I don't need it where i'm going"
And just when he finished his statement and handed me the Glock 23 gen 3, The winds picked up even more and the sounds became a maddening crecendo. Paul flew out the window, "Paul! My good friend why! How did this happen to you Paul my friend" I had clutched onto a handrail so I didn't go. I turned my head and there stood the figure of a old bald man with a long grey beard and a jug in front of his face. He furiously blew into the jug while making the noise he makes. "No stop it! You are killing me with these air currents! I'll defend my self if need be!" But my shouts fell upon deaf ears. "That's it!
You leave me without an alternative" I took aim and shot the man straight in the head, but to no avail, my grip on the handrail was fading and soon too would be my life, out of fear I shot wildly in his direction, a stray bullet hit the jug shattering it into a million pieces. The man looked at me and in a high pitched old voice he uttered "ah hell" as he got sucked up his own asshole.
END CHAPTER 3
Authors notes: Chapter 3 is already written and will be here soon, What can happen to simon now?