"Where in the whole of the Pacific Ocean are we meant to go?" Alex says frustrated putting his arms behind his head and breathing out loudly.
"I Don't know." Ben says patting his back and looking around at all of us questioning.
'Run along the beach and get out into the street.' The familiar voice of Charles appears in my head. I look into Iris's arms and see the baby boy smiling and laughing at me. I give him a quick wink.
I cough into my hand to interrupt the commotion that my friends were making. "As Xavier's and Iris's son has just had the most obvious idea in the world. And lucky enough, he felt t would be wise to tell us his obvious idea. This idea is so obvious that I don't think any person in the whole world would've thought of, unless, they were Charles." I pause for intensity trying not to laugh at Xavier and Azar's faces. They were kind of screwed up, literally.
"Just get on with it." Alex says impatiently.
"Alright, alright don't get your panties in a knot." I reply back.
"He suggested that we should run down the beach until it comes to an opening." I look around at my friends who are waiting and nodding along to their trail of thoughts.
"Then if we come to an opening or see something like a street, we then follow the street until we make it to a safe sanctuary." I explain. I look around the environment that we're in. It's bland, dark and scary. No one in their minds would choose to stay here at night.
The thoughts hit me like a lightning bolt, I missed people, I thought of ideas and most of all
I wished Narla was here, she's a friend that you always want to be around. Even though sometimes she may not talk a lot but it's great just to have her around, for her to be there. It's exactly the same with all my other friends and family, you don't seem complete without them around.
"How do we even know they're after us?" Ben asked looking towards the sounds of the Aliath's. It sounds like a mass murderer is on the loose and we're still standing here when we could be helping innocent people. But... sometimes heroism isn't the right thing to do.
"It's a feeling, even a precaution." Max answers looking towards Ben.
Before anymore conversation could break out, I run. I run as fast as my legs will allow me. I me friends yell in disbelief. Anger swells up inside of me. My hands feel warm, they burn. Literally burn. I feel the heat surge from my hands and then through my body. I can feel the burn as it swallows my scalp. My eyes close and I breathe out freezing air.
I open my eyes.
The world looks like hell.
I can see all the evil and the evil manipulating people's minds. The scary thing is, is that there's only a few holy people, worthy of goodness. The ground is burning coals, the buildings are burning brilliant colours, screaming souls with just transparent skulls, the sky darker then deepest caves and peoples faces crisped into flames.
My friends they're holy... all except for one.
'Traitor is among them, can't you see?' The deep and haunting voice rings in my ears. Frustration boils inside of me, the frustration turns into anger and I begin to shake uncontrollably.
He's Mr. Captain Obvious.
All the secrets, all the truth that we're running from its going to end up killing each and everyone of us, even the traitor.
"Calm down Myra." I hear a voice say to my left, it's Cole.
"Believe in yourself, don't be like this. Be happy and trust worthy, do whatever you want to do.
Be you." He smiles. I feel a soft feeling beside my legs and look down to see Zita hugging my leg.
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Running From Truth
Teen FictionMy life reason then was to protect the ones that I love. It still is, it's my mission the mission that I may die on. But I don't care, who would? Dying protecting those who you love seems like a majestic and honourable way to die. It is. That's wha...
