Feb 06, 2005 13:08
I feel like writing... just writing... Bev knows I have a thing for fiction Press and I write in Horror or Love a lot... Well something like that... I have a story called Captain Morgan and it's a funny... I have a story I have stuck in my head...
Will you read it?
Night had fallen quite quickly after I woke. My head was aching but I couldn't recall why as I slowly rose from the hard ground. I was standing in a forest and I started to remember faintly why I had been out here. There was a quick rush of blood flowing from my head at a spot I had been hit. I had been hit unconscious, but now I had the question who?
I stumbled forward holding my head when I heard the sound of sticks breaking behind me in a run like a dog as I turned the creature lunged towards my body. In a swift move my fist crack back slamming into its' face knocking it over my shoulder.
"Mike." I looked around slowly and sighed.
"Were you going to stand in the shadows and follow me all this time? Or are you going to tell me why you hit me in the head."
"Sorry...I thought I saw a bug."
I grabbed the back of my head and smiled. It was the first time in a long time that Mike was in my presence. His outline looked great, even in this light.
"When did you find me?"
"How about when you hit that dog."
We grew up together Mike and I. Like big brother and sister of the neighborhood Cresthaven, helped who we could at one time until the drugs got there. Our souls at one point died there but that brings us to why we're here now.
I walked over towards the dog. My hand had blood on it but no foam as I felt over it. I wiped my hand on my jeans as Mike came down to my level.
"I know who hit you."
"Oh? Who would they be?"
"Him..."
He pointed off into the distance and I went with it searching to rest on a tree. It had something curved in it's bark and it's color was new to my vision... Aaron.
"That cheater."
"Know him?"
"A little... but why knock me out and leave me?"
"Why wouldn't he if he knows you."
I walked over to the tree and touched it.
Aaron was a little boy, a very sepcial teenager that I was supposed to find. He lives in these woods, killing people or so I believed. I had some proof after my brother went missing in the woods so I called Mike, his best friend. I was supposed to meet up with Mike at this old shack in front of the woods. I heard a teenage boy screaming near the shack when I was pushed off the porch feeling something hit me hard in the head.
"That was one of his dogs." I said pointing down.
"A guard dog?"
"Yeah...abused."
"Do you think he's around us?"
"No..."
"How do you know?"
I stepped closer to him smelling the scent of his cologne.
"Because, I'm blind..."
"When?"
"After my last trip."
"I'm sorry, how did it happen?"
I grabbed his hand and felt the ground before I sat.
"I'm only half blind in both eyes." I blinked and I could feel his smile over me but started to fade.
"How did you know I was here? You can't see?"
"But I can... in a totally different way."
I felt his hand tremble and smiled.
"I know he's alive. I can feel it that's why I know where I'm going. I just need your eyes to guide me through."
To Be Continued
I can't write anymore maybe later I'll add more...