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March 24th, 2011 | Author: Antique

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I know its long but I'm hoping it will keep you interested....He wouldn't stop. He chased me over the bridge and into the woods. The night was so dark I could only imagine where I was headed. My sister dead. My parents dead. It was inevitable that I was next. My legs were heavy from the long chase that I was beginning to slow down. But I had to keep moving. As I caught my second breath I ran faster, but turned around to see the killer nearing closer. The bloody sharp-edged blade in his hand ready to slice me up. I turned around to fly the coop, I suddenly tripped on a stone that had been laying there, just waiting to foil my escape. My foot in immense pain. A tear dropped from my face as I realised I couldn't move fast enough to escape the killers blade. I turned my head to meet my demise. The man stands over me, as I lay helpless on the ground, his face shadowed by the full moons glow. My heart beating widily as he lifts the weapon.But to my surprise he drops the blade. Instead, he grabs my face tightly and starts to bash it with his metal cold hands. He'd dropkick me in the gut every time I'd raise my arms to defend myself. My face drenched in blood and my body weakened, I let out a helpless groan. He laughs at my pain as he walks away. I struggle myself up with the last of the scarce energy I had left. I look back to see that he had not left. He turned around with a huge wooden stick and swings it with a force straight to my head, which leave me on the grass as good as dead."Damn Boy", he says as he leaves. My eyes positioned up to the full moon as I saw It blurr rugs Scarce out as I lost consciousness.The next thing I see as I wake up is a brown blurr. I wooden wall as my eyes focused. The only thing on my mind was the fact of where I was. I lifted my knee to find out I was laying on a bed. Trapped within the covers. As I struggled off the bed and sat on it, I tried to remember what had happened. My progressing headache and body pains made It harder for me to think. The room is small. It has a desk with to candels, a dresser, a window to the right, and blue circular rug in the middle. The wall was painted brown. I looked down and I noticed I was stripped of my corduroy overalls except for my pants. My legs and arms were bruised. I then remembered what had happened the night before. I doddered over to the window and peared out to see a copious field, a barn, and chicken coop. I quickly turned my head at the tone of a creek coming from the door. It was a little girl, staring at me. She had these brimming blue eyes, golden hair, and an adorable nose. She was wearing a pink dress and a pink and red button bonnet. She got frighten at our intersection and ran down the hall. I heard voices coming back and forth while the little girl ran down the stairs. A few moments of silence and I see the girl return to the room holding hands with a hardy enfeebled man. He has on a blue jacket with a gold badge stiched to upper-right corner. He had blue eyes and brownish-gray hair. "You alright boy?" he asked in a deep and commanding voice. "Found you in the woods all torn up. I took you here. What were you doing out there?"."Ah, I was..ah, I don't know" I said hesitantly still standing next to the window. He looks around the room."Alright, well my name is Benjamin but you will still call me sir, you understand. And this here is little Annabell." He said as he patted her. Annabell looked at me with her big blue eyes."Hello Annabell" I greeted."Your name?" He asked."Christopher Allender" I said. He knodded his head and looked around the room. He walked over to the desk and blew out the two candels."Your gonna stay here till ya' get better, you understand." He turned his head and looked at me as If I was supposed to agree."Yes sir" I responded."Good, now get dressed and go downstairs son, you'll see the rest of the family there." I nodded my head as they both exited the room. I knew for a fact that I wasn't going to associate with this family. I had other things to adhere to. Like finding the person who killed my family and taking him down. I stumbled over to the dresser to retreive my clothing. And I departed from the room. I shuffled down the stairs that were situated to the left of the hall, and arrived in the kitchen. A women, supposedly the mother, was serving the other childrens breakfast."Yes honey, your soup in a bit..." The woman said. I walked down the stairs slowly and silently in an attempt to illude the family. I was almost down the stairs ready to turn the corner when pain struck in my right leg. I lunged down the stairs and fell right on my underside. "Oh my!" The woman shouted as she ran over to comfort me. Her decorative dress yeiled the redolent aroma of citrus fruit. Then she held my cheeks and put on a bewildered contortion."Why..why, who are you?"
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