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would be writing this on Fanfiction.net? I think not!
By the way does anybody like the color purple even the tiniest bit? Apparently you don't because I'm not getting many reviews!! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
LIZZIE'S POV
Kevin and I were running.running for our lives. We had found the hidden door and were running for our lives through the passage that we hoped led to somewhere outside of this building.
Running as fast as I could I was looking on either side of me for another door that could lead elsewhere. Suddenly, I froze. I had stopped running, and felt my eyes grow wide. My breathing became short and raspy.
Somewhere in the tunnel ahead I heard Kevin heading back towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pause, his eyes widening also. Eventually, he turned to look at me.
Nick was on the floor, with a pool of blood next to him on the ground. Only at a closer glance did I realize there was a bullet hole directly in the center of his forehead. He was obviously dead.
"Lizzie" I heard Kevin breathe from behind me, "Lizzie, I know you must be upset but we have to get out of here!"
My feet felt like lead. I couldn't move. I felt as though I were going to forever be stuck to that very spot, in that very same position. I felt warmth on my arm, and felt myself being firmly swung around to face Kevin.
"Lizzie!" was all he said. Slowly, I nodded.
Once again, we took off down the corridor. Past endless walls of the same old gray concrete, decorated with portraits of people of an older time of who knows how long ago.
"That's it!" I heard Kevin shout, startled to find him right beside me. "The portraits.good work Lizzie!"
I turned to stare at him. I was baffled, what had I done? I had no clue obviously. All I knew was that I wanted to leave this place!
"I saw you looking at them" Kevin explained briefly, "watch!"
Kevin ran over to the portrait of a young boy who looked very much like himself. He poked the picture in its left eye and then, lifted the picture off the wall. Behind the portrait was a large dark hole.
"Get in! Hurry Up!" Kevin shouted. I tried, but the hole was too high up. Suddenly I heard deafening sounds of many footstep in the distance, coming closer every second.
Before I even realized it, Kevin had picked me up and practically thrown me into the hole, then managed to climb in himself. Turning in the small space, Kevin managed to close the opening to the area we had just come through.
"Be as quiet as possible!" he whispered hoarsely, "they're coming!"
The roaring of people running was much closer now. I was almost surprised they couldn't hear my heart pounding. To mine, and Kevin's relief they continued on down the tunnel, past our hiding place.
"Let's go." Kevin whispered after a few minutes tortured silence.
On my hands and knees I turned and began to crawl deeper into the tunnel. I crawled for what seemed like hours, though I knew it could only have been minutes or the fire would have killed us by now. Suddenly it dawned on me that the tunnel seemed to be getting lighter, easier to see.
"Lizzie!" I hear from behind me, "right above you, your going to reach a wooden door. Release the clasp on one side of it and let it fall open, but be prepared to have lots of dirt fall on you."
As Kevin had said, I reached a wooden.door I think he said. I felt around on the wood and felt something cool against my skin. I flicked a little switch and then pulled and brought myself to once side of the tunnel, shielding my face.
As expected the wood fell open and dirt, grass, leaves, you name it fell onto us. I could feel it in my hair, on my close, making me so much dirtier and smellier than I already was.
Finally I slowly opened my eyes. A bright light filled the tunnel, blinding me. It was all I could do to climb out of the hole, with that brightness in my eyes. But I made it, and I felt solidness beneath my feet. I fell to the ground laying there for a few minutes until my eyes had somewhat adjusted to the light.
Kevin was there, squinting at our surroundings. Sitting up, I began to look around too. We were in a small clearing (small meaning, hardly enough room for a horse.) Bushes and trees surrounded it, and if I looked directly in front of me, between two branches I could see the place I was held captive in for so long.
"Kevin." I managed to say, though it hurt to speak. "I know you told me this was your house, but, I never.gasp.did ask..gasp..where are we?"
Kevin smiled faintly, dirt smudging his face, contrasting with his dark, yet pale skin. "Well.we're in.gasp.we're in.California."
Lizzie felt a small surge of feeling as she learned they were still in her home state. Then she felt her eyelids start to droop, and the next thing she knew was sleep.
By the way does anybody like the color purple even the tiniest bit? Apparently you don't because I'm not getting many reviews!! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
LIZZIE'S POV
Kevin and I were running.running for our lives. We had found the hidden door and were running for our lives through the passage that we hoped led to somewhere outside of this building.
Running as fast as I could I was looking on either side of me for another door that could lead elsewhere. Suddenly, I froze. I had stopped running, and felt my eyes grow wide. My breathing became short and raspy.
Somewhere in the tunnel ahead I heard Kevin heading back towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pause, his eyes widening also. Eventually, he turned to look at me.
Nick was on the floor, with a pool of blood next to him on the ground. Only at a closer glance did I realize there was a bullet hole directly in the center of his forehead. He was obviously dead.
"Lizzie" I heard Kevin breathe from behind me, "Lizzie, I know you must be upset but we have to get out of here!"
My feet felt like lead. I couldn't move. I felt as though I were going to forever be stuck to that very spot, in that very same position. I felt warmth on my arm, and felt myself being firmly swung around to face Kevin.
"Lizzie!" was all he said. Slowly, I nodded.
Once again, we took off down the corridor. Past endless walls of the same old gray concrete, decorated with portraits of people of an older time of who knows how long ago.
"That's it!" I heard Kevin shout, startled to find him right beside me. "The portraits.good work Lizzie!"
I turned to stare at him. I was baffled, what had I done? I had no clue obviously. All I knew was that I wanted to leave this place!
"I saw you looking at them" Kevin explained briefly, "watch!"
Kevin ran over to the portrait of a young boy who looked very much like himself. He poked the picture in its left eye and then, lifted the picture off the wall. Behind the portrait was a large dark hole.
"Get in! Hurry Up!" Kevin shouted. I tried, but the hole was too high up. Suddenly I heard deafening sounds of many footstep in the distance, coming closer every second.
Before I even realized it, Kevin had picked me up and practically thrown me into the hole, then managed to climb in himself. Turning in the small space, Kevin managed to close the opening to the area we had just come through.
"Be as quiet as possible!" he whispered hoarsely, "they're coming!"
The roaring of people running was much closer now. I was almost surprised they couldn't hear my heart pounding. To mine, and Kevin's relief they continued on down the tunnel, past our hiding place.
"Let's go." Kevin whispered after a few minutes tortured silence.
On my hands and knees I turned and began to crawl deeper into the tunnel. I crawled for what seemed like hours, though I knew it could only have been minutes or the fire would have killed us by now. Suddenly it dawned on me that the tunnel seemed to be getting lighter, easier to see.
"Lizzie!" I hear from behind me, "right above you, your going to reach a wooden door. Release the clasp on one side of it and let it fall open, but be prepared to have lots of dirt fall on you."
As Kevin had said, I reached a wooden.door I think he said. I felt around on the wood and felt something cool against my skin. I flicked a little switch and then pulled and brought myself to once side of the tunnel, shielding my face.
As expected the wood fell open and dirt, grass, leaves, you name it fell onto us. I could feel it in my hair, on my close, making me so much dirtier and smellier than I already was.
Finally I slowly opened my eyes. A bright light filled the tunnel, blinding me. It was all I could do to climb out of the hole, with that brightness in my eyes. But I made it, and I felt solidness beneath my feet. I fell to the ground laying there for a few minutes until my eyes had somewhat adjusted to the light.
Kevin was there, squinting at our surroundings. Sitting up, I began to look around too. We were in a small clearing (small meaning, hardly enough room for a horse.) Bushes and trees surrounded it, and if I looked directly in front of me, between two branches I could see the place I was held captive in for so long.
"Kevin." I managed to say, though it hurt to speak. "I know you told me this was your house, but, I never.gasp.did ask..gasp..where are we?"
Kevin smiled faintly, dirt smudging his face, contrasting with his dark, yet pale skin. "Well.we're in.gasp.we're in.California."
Lizzie felt a small surge of feeling as she learned they were still in her home state. Then she felt her eyelids start to droop, and the next thing she knew was sleep.