"Have you seen a girl that had black hair?" Hope asked as I rearranged the books on the shelf. I turned to face her.
"I see a lot of girls that have black hair" I replied, "be specific." Grumbling, she pulled out a picture on his phone showing the girl. As soon as I looked at it, I wished hadn't looked because I recognized who it was right away.
"You know her?" Hope inquired, seeing the shock in my eyes.
"Yeah…." I replied as I went to the next row of shelves. I knew who she was alright. That girl on the phone was me. Taken from the time when I came out of the locker room with my backpack.
"Do you think you can talk to her about me inviting her on a sleepover? What?! She wanted to invite me?! If only she knew the truth!
"Um…sure?" I shuddered as she said thanks and walked off. This was not good. Hope wanted to talk to the girl on the phone. That's just great. I would have to tell her the truth about the girl on her phone. Shaking my head, I walked to my last class, which was Ceramics.
As soon as the bell rang I grabbed all of my personal belongings and walked out the door. Normally I'd go to the bus stop but this time I wasn't taking any chances. I didn't want to have to go through the experience with Bethany and having her asking me questions. I walked into an alleyway and headed towards my way home. It was then that I realized that my backpack seemed a little bit heavier than usual. I put it down on the ground and opened it up. I saw nothing in my backpack. Well, I thought as I put the pack back on my shoulders and continued walking down the alley. That's weird. I could've sworn that my backpack felt heavier. I exited the alley as soon as I saw an opening and continued walking. Along the way, I heard some strange sounds that seemed…. familiar. I turned around only to see a missile about the size of my index finger go through my shoulder. I fell to the ground, grabbing my shoulder in pain, scrambling to see the source of the missile. There was nothing but trash cans and lamp posts. "You can't see us…" A voice spoke as I turned towards the source of it. A set of claws slashed my left eye and cracked my glasses. I started running towards the exit, but then I saw my attackers: robots. Two robots were humanoid in appearance but were red and blue. They had red visors. A green stegosaurus with missiles on its sides, a black mechanical cat, two giant mechanical birds with guns on them.
Their leader seemed to be some kind of metal bat, who screamed, "Kill him!"
I started to run from the robots as I grasped my shoulder in pain. I grabbed a trash lid when they fired at me to deflect it, which actually did nothing except give me several third-degree burns. I kept running until I saw a girl playing with her dolls. I looked back, seeing them about to overtake me. They fired with their combined might which missed me but was going to the girl. Dying but willing to protect I pushed the girl out of the way but was hit with a set of blasts in the process. I fell down, exhausted and dying. They all stood around me as if they all wanted a piece of me.
"Looks like you won't live to see another day boy…." I groaned as I tried to crawl to safety, but I knew my time had come. Funny really. I found it odd that this was how I would die. In the middle of an abandoned street, all alone….
Oh no! Do you think he'll make it? Find out next time on Legacy of the Primes!