My documents say this is chapter 20, buuut it's actually chapter 21. Coolio.
It's kinda short. Like really short. But I think its a sweet one, in its own way. Like one of those cute-ugly dogs.
I don't even know what was up with the last couple chapters, the 'Smell' one was just dumb af and confusing, and 'Pumpkin' was just... lol. I loved the reviews for those, they made me laugh :)
Thank you for putting up with my lack of posting anything! I still love you!
3. Footsteps- Leo compares jungle life to city life? Meh. Find something better this seems like a shit one. Nope stickin with it like a boosss.
The jungle was never silent.
Birds sang and cawed. Monkeys screamed and hooted at each other. Branches rustled with every movement. Insects chirped and hummed.
And the trees, they were the loudest of all.
But they were the sounds of the jungle. Sounds that belonged.
A woman's scream, however, did not.
A set of running footsteps were heard for a minute, stirring up fallen leaves in their wake.
The footsteps were quick and nearly silent, they knew where they were going and how to get there. A mission.
The footsteps paused only to jump and land again, still running. They were kicked off trees in a leap and halted when the creaking of a vine under pressure indicated they had liftoff.
The footsteps returned to the jungle floor, dust barely flying.
They came to a halt, dust pooling around the green feet as if deposited by a small tornado.
Golden eyes sharpen in anger at the sight in the clearing.
Green lips turn up in a snarl, exposing teeth.
The footsteps are masked by the sounds of the jungle. A yell, a scream, and the whistling of metal cutting into the air. The wet sound of a fatal wound, and the soft thump of what could possibly be a head hitting the jungle floor. The dangerous sound of blades returning to their sheath.
A gasp, wide eyes, a 'thank you,' and clumsy scurrying fade.
The footsteps return to the sounds of the jungle.
They do not belong. And yet, they do.
...
Leo follows his brother one night. The Nightwatcher had been hung up, but that wasn't going to stop his claustrophobic brother from sneaking away in the middle of the night.
Leo wasn't sure if he liked the city. Sure, he liked it enough, it wasn't as though he wanted to leave again. It was just...
The city was never silent.
All through the night, sirens wailed and tires screeched. People stumbled around and talked loudly. They broke bottles and kicked trash cans. Car horns honked at all times of the night, as did apartment parties.
Leo had heard these sounds all his life. The sound waves seemed to boom around him, covering him in their noisiness and inviting him to join it. But those sounds belonged.
It wasn't the loud that Leo listened for. It was the quiet.
The soft footsteps racing across a rooftop finally met Leo's ears. The footsteps left gravel and dirt in their wake, and a sudden stop left the dirt and gravel flying, still caught up in the momentum of the run.
Leo turned to Raph. Golden met amber in silent agreement. A mouth turned up in a smile. The other, a bit more reluctant, returned it.
The footsteps were doubled. They were quick and nearly silent, yet they had no destination. Nowhere to be.
The footsteps paused only when they leaped over alleyways, and gravel rained as they met the roof opposite before returning their rhythmic pounding.
They were no longer nearly silent. They were fast, carefree. They were ready to be there, and just to be.
Gravel rained around them as the footsteps halted.
Leo and Raph were gasping for breath, and though they didn't have air to spare, they were laughing. And Leo didn't even know the reason why, but that somehow made it funnier.
Leo wasn't sure if he liked the city. It was never silent. But that wasn't always a bad thing, he decided as he tried to recover his breath, Raph still wheezing his laughter into the air.
The sound was almost foreign to Leo's ears.
It was as if the sound didn't belong in the city. And yet, as he looked at his smiling brother, he decided it did.
It really did.