A possible story 8
I wish I had taken more interest in my PE classes.
Or at least joined a few extra physical curricular activities.
Heck! I wished I took at least more then 800 steps a day
to be fit!
Well, can't do anything about it now.
I guess my cause of death would be lack of fitness.
Oh and cardiac arrest...
Because my heart is going to stop with all this damn RUNNING!
Me and Tom were swiftly dashing through the tight alley spaces.
I was WAY behind him of course.
But I wasn't as as graceful as he was.
Tom Felton was swinging through bars to avoid piles
of boxes or any other hazard in the way, climb up wired fences faster than spider man
and dodged every single fire attack of our crazy enemy.
While...As for me...
Not so ninja like.
I ran straight through hazards and even tripping! I didn't have the
physical strength to climb anything so I just used a door like
a normal person. And nearly got by a fire shower of my sorry-ass life!
Not very graceful at all.
"Why did you fallow me!?" Tom asked in a panic while jumping on a trashcan and hurling
one of the silver trash lids of the lady but deflected it with a flame barrier.
"I was curious!" OK, not a good reason but at least
it was an honest one.
"Being curious will kill you!"
Tom then started to run again. Now, right behind me.
"I've been told!" I yelled trying to avoid stumbling over a cat. (again)
We didn't share any conversations after that because we
kept focus on running.
And no matter how far we get, this chick is right on our tail!
I guess ,besides hurling balls of flaming doom, running in red high-heels is her
talent.
"This chick isn't laying off!" I remarked looking back at the sinister horror
that was chasing us.
"It's the ring! She's too powerful with it!" He blurted.
I could tell from the face he pulled he regretted saying it.
Maybe it was a secret he wasn't supposed to say.
Can't blame him. A lot people do stupid things
when they're fleeing for their lives.
Then, as we turned a corner we were trapped.
A dead end.
Tom tried to reach the fire exit stair ladder of a rundown
apartment but it was out of reach.
I scanned the area frantically for some way out...
But, I stopped when I heard the tap of heels to the pavement.
She was getting close.
Tom didn't stop jumping for that ladder until she saw her shadow.
My heart was speeding.
I didn't dare to breath.
Until I forced out a gasp when I saw the crazy lady.
Flames on her right hand with the vintage ring blazing, she cracked a
villainous smile and giggled like my schoolmate with tonsillitis.
"No where to run."
She looked really epic. But I would really appreciate it more if my
life wasn't going to end in a dirty alley.
"If you won't give that ring and tell me where you got it, I will
be forced to fight you."
I immediately directed my gaze at him.
WAS HE INSANE??
"What!?" I cried.
"You want it? Come take it!"
Her eyes were now changing to a demonic shade of red and both
her hands were engulfed with flames.
I don't have choice...
I need to fight...
'I hope those years of living with my lunatic siblings
pay off'
Or at least joined a few extra physical curricular activities.
Heck! I wished I took at least more then 800 steps a day
to be fit!
Well, can't do anything about it now.
I guess my cause of death would be lack of fitness.
Oh and cardiac arrest...
Because my heart is going to stop with all this damn RUNNING!
Me and Tom were swiftly dashing through the tight alley spaces.
I was WAY behind him of course.
But I wasn't as as graceful as he was.
Tom Felton was swinging through bars to avoid piles
of boxes or any other hazard in the way, climb up wired fences faster than spider man
and dodged every single fire attack of our crazy enemy.
While...As for me...
Not so ninja like.
I ran straight through hazards and even tripping! I didn't have the
physical strength to climb anything so I just used a door like
a normal person. And nearly got by a fire shower of my sorry-ass life!
Not very graceful at all.
"Why did you fallow me!?" Tom asked in a panic while jumping on a trashcan and hurling
one of the silver trash lids of the lady but deflected it with a flame barrier.
"I was curious!" OK, not a good reason but at least
it was an honest one.
"Being curious will kill you!"
Tom then started to run again. Now, right behind me.
"I've been told!" I yelled trying to avoid stumbling over a cat. (again)
We didn't share any conversations after that because we
kept focus on running.
And no matter how far we get, this chick is right on our tail!
I guess ,besides hurling balls of flaming doom, running in red high-heels is her
talent.
"This chick isn't laying off!" I remarked looking back at the sinister horror
that was chasing us.
"It's the ring! She's too powerful with it!" He blurted.
I could tell from the face he pulled he regretted saying it.
Maybe it was a secret he wasn't supposed to say.
Can't blame him. A lot people do stupid things
when they're fleeing for their lives.
Then, as we turned a corner we were trapped.
A dead end.
Tom tried to reach the fire exit stair ladder of a rundown
apartment but it was out of reach.
I scanned the area frantically for some way out...
But, I stopped when I heard the tap of heels to the pavement.
She was getting close.
Tom didn't stop jumping for that ladder until she saw her shadow.
My heart was speeding.
I didn't dare to breath.
Until I forced out a gasp when I saw the crazy lady.
Flames on her right hand with the vintage ring blazing, she cracked a
villainous smile and giggled like my schoolmate with tonsillitis.
"No where to run."
She looked really epic. But I would really appreciate it more if my
life wasn't going to end in a dirty alley.
"If you won't give that ring and tell me where you got it, I will
be forced to fight you."
I immediately directed my gaze at him.
WAS HE INSANE??
"What!?" I cried.
"You want it? Come take it!"
Her eyes were now changing to a demonic shade of red and both
her hands were engulfed with flames.
I don't have choice...
I need to fight...
'I hope those years of living with my lunatic siblings
pay off'