I could hear the car engines roaring to life, horns honk above me. Tiny footsteps echo throughout the tunnel as I leant up against a brick wall. The tunnel seemed to carry on forever like there was no ending. Yellow dimmed lights lead through the path of the tunnel. I tried to control my breathing which got heavier by the second. My face was covered in sweat.
“Where did he go?”
This place was old and abandoned. I could still see the map of New York City on the wall slightly torn up. The lights kept flickering because of how old this place was, I was surprised that they even worked. The brick wall had cracks in them and spider webs hanging from it. My breathing went back to normal after a minute. Going through boot camps and training many of my rookies, I am fit and healthy. I felt a sharp pain and
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Running my hand through my hair, I took a deep breath hoping Harris was hanging in there. He did take a blow to his right leg. The team should there by now I’m …show more content…
Holding up the gun beside my head, listening carefully for any sound. I bent down a little because I was a six-foot-three giant. The cut on my ribcage wasn’t helping me at all, it was stinging like someone had put salt on it or much worst but I had no time to complain. The shadow was still there, not moving an inch. Something seemed off. A loud echo was heard behind me and as I did a double check, the shadow was already gone. This guy was good but I knew I was better. Straight away I sprinted off after him as I could feel the cut on my ribcage opening and soaking more of my shirt, making it leech onto me.
“You're going to regret this when I get you!”
My voice echoed down the tunnel and I’m pretty sure he heard me as I heard a little gasp. Growing frustrated by the second, I sped up. My injury was slowing me down but I wasn’t one to give up on
I hit the ground silently and hissed when a sting overtook my knee and like a pinch to the arm I instantly knew that this was not a nightmare.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Not being able to stand such self-torture, I hurried my pace to what was almost a jog, until I had caught up with the unfortunately boring group that I was, as I felt, universally bound to. I came to a bend in the tunnel, where I saw through the glass window, that which before entering, gave no hint of its existence. "I'll soon be in the air."
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
“If you want to, take him now” So I pulled the trigger and my gun went boom. And my ears were starting to ring. all I saw was a cloud of smoke. As I was leaning forward for the kick of
Vin levered up the small wire cage he was carrying, wedged it under the sweat-rimmed pit of one arm. Smelling the B.O. wafting in through the cage's wire mesh, the creature housed inside gave a pained squeak and flopped belly-up, its pink tongue lolling out for melodramatic effect. Vin rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the hallway ahead. These varmints were known to play dead. The first time one had pulled this on him, flopping over in its cage like a dead fish, he'd let his natural, maternal instincts roar right over his goddamned common sense and he'd actually opened the cage door.
But, it's so tempting, why get a little when I could get a lot? I weave back and forth picking up speed need to go one direction or the other. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane.
Once Joe noticed it he kicked the door and heard a metal tang. He found the door. When I emerged from the tunnels I realized that I was a short distance away from my
I screamed in pain as he did it again and again and again. Fat tears rolled down my cheeks as I let out agonizing screeches. And then it stopped, I could hear Cassius panting behind me as I whimpered in
My shirt was ripped, making my skin visible. Scares covered my muscles, as blood overlapped them. “He’s over here you idiot “a voice called out. The shadows,
I awake from the breeze that blows theouout the dungeon cells. I open my eyes slightly to the surprise sight of a torch being lit up near what seems to be the dungeons main door. Wiping my eyes I look around and see prince Nerian sleeping with his back to the wall. He doesn't seem that old. I'd assume 20s?
He then began to proceed towards me and my heart began to pound at the speed of light. Panic began to take over me and I started running, the adrenaline was coursing through my veins, I ran into the forest, through the trees, flying over the logs. I tripped over a root that was sticking out and landed face
Their swords clashed, a ring resonating throughout the courtyard. She gritted her teeth as she slowly began to grow tired. The rain continued to talk from the sky soaking their clothes and weighing them down. But still they carried on, neither one giving up.
I dismissed after taking a deep breath, "It's nothing. Let's keep moving." I took a step forward only for my knees to buckle underneath me. I fell on the dirt path. I started coughing, but that time, it seemed more like hacking.