Bonded (Completed) (UNEDITED)

Chapter:7 Night:6 The Savior

It was exactly midnight and I couldn't stop thinking of what I saw, it wasn't just a pair of foot prints. They were army gradeA, boot prints how could I leave that alone, I couldn't resist. When it was 12:06 I leapt out of my bed and walked toward my bag, trying my hardest to be quiet, and my toiletry bag fell out. Thump!

"Shit!" I whisper yelled. I paused for like a minute, waiting, then I grabbed my moms embarrassing fake coat. "Really." I said aloud, this coat, you couldn't have just grabbed one of mine. Why mom, why? I thought. "Good enough." I said as I put it on, it was like a really bad fake bear coat, and it had the actual buttons that are usable, but on the other side that had the holes for the buttons, was a row of four buttons, where the real buttons were only three. So that when I button it up completely there are two rows of buttons. It truly was an ugly coat, truly, truly barf ugly.

"Snooorrre!" Casey was a really loud sleeper, and a deep sleeper. Luckily she was asleep, like asleep asleep, and when I walked closer there was a small rag next to her pillow. She'd been drugged, I thought, but luckily when I picked up the rag I noticed that it was just tea, she'd taken some sleeping tea so she could have a good night sleep on the harsh bed. Thank god, I thought. Then I saw a small tag on the floor, it said "Good Sleepy Time Tea" wow she used to take that shit when she was sick, her mom would make her. Before the church, I barely knew either one of them, Tj was a popular stranger, and Casey was just the girl who played almost every sport in the school and ate alone. They were the only ones that confronted me about being Alice Hackman, and at first they hated each other then they slowly became friends, and now here we are.

I got outside and this rush of cold wind bit my face, and I had to turn in the other direction. Then it subdued and I kept walking towards the woods, I had to find the prints again. When I got in the woods I had to go about three yards, then I saw them again, but there was no real print it was just an outline they filed out the brand. Just like in St. Juan's church, they would show me how they filed the boot, and they always wore masks just in case. The only time that a mask was taken off was when the leader walked in, but they'd bow which covered their faces, or when someone died, they'd have the dead man's mask taken off and the priest, who was the leaders brother, say some churchy words then they would put him in their personal grave yard.

When I snapped back from thinking of my terrible past I thought of how I never even imagined of being saved, I thought that I would be in that cage my whole life, then when someone else better, stronger came I would be killed and they would be put through the same torture I was put through. When I cleared my head I pressed on, following the footprints to a clearing, it had a whole bunch of footprints, they must have known that I was following them. Then when I walked a little farther I heard a snap behind me, and when I turned I heard the familiar sound of a 22hand rifle, firing a shot. Then from far ahead a new kind of gun, a handgun for sure shot a bullet.

My instinct kicked in and I immediately jumped forward and avoided the bullet perfectly, I heard it swish past my ear. "Shit!" I yelled. Then I jumped to my feet and ran, when I wasn't saving lives or being tortured I was running around the grave yard, or painting and drawing. I kept running my lungs filling with continuous air, sharp air that burned in my throat it felt like I was drinking cold water with seven mints in my mouth while breathing. My lungs started to fill with a sharp pain, and my legs started to give out, I'd really lost my ability to run while back at school. But I kept going my pace lightening every yard or so.

Then a very sharp sensation in my leg and I was on the ground, they hadn't shot me but I was in so much pain it hurt like hell. When I finally sat up I was in a small clearing, trees surrounded the whole area, it was an unnatural area it looked like six elephants had fallen and made it their home. When I looked before me I saw a fallen tree, and a twig that was disconnected, I had tripped on a tree. Then a figure walked slowly into the clearing, and I tried to move but failed, so I pushed myself back with my hands. They only got closer, and then I saw there masks, it was one of the religious people from St. Juan's.