Reality Glasses

Chapter 2

That was just the beginning, what happened next was a long story to tell. After the teacher knew she picked up the phone and called the scorchers. Nobody ever really knew a lot about the scorchers but they knew that they didn't want to know anymore about them.

Right as she was dialing the number, they pulled up in a colossal white truck. They wore bright orange hazmat suits, that was their signature look. I knew I had to leave, I had to leave fast.

My adrenaline starts pumping, surging through my cold, stiff body as I jump up from the hard, wooden chair I was sitting on and ran out of the tiny classroom. There was an emergency fire exit leading out into the forest behind the school so I shoved open the brittle, black door and ran.

As soon as the door is opened the alarm started to go off, I regret coming out of that door, now they would surely know I left the school. I look over my shoulder and see the gigantic white truck chasing after me. I start screaming at the top of my lungs. My throat start to dry up but how could I think about the pain when pictures of those men kept flashing back in my mind. What were they going to do to me?

I reach the forest and start to follow the rocky, narrow, gravel path, although as soon as I take a couple of steps on it I question my choice as that would be the easiest way for them to find me. I get off the path and go through the leafy forest, I pray that there is no poison Ivy near. I keep running but I know that they will catch up to me soon.

I look over my shoulder again beginning to feel paranoid about what will happen to me, then I trip. My foot gets caught underneath a wet log and my tired, fragile leg crashes into the hard, lumpy wood.

My adrenaline starts to slowly fade away but a new feeling creeps into me, pain. It flows through my body as I clutch my leg to my chest wrenching it away from the log. They will find me, I think to myself as one of them started yelling to the other.

I crawl over to a tree and lean against it still holding my throbbing leg trying to minimize the blood streaming out of my body, but it is not working, nothing is working.

I hear another yell not very far away from me, my adrenaline kicks in again. I start climbing up the old oak tree clawing at it's solid, wooden skeleton. I get up 1/4 of the tree and realize that I can't go anymore, my legs give out and I feel like I'm going to die right here, right now. What is happening to me?

I rest on a long, sturdy branch hoping it won't break under my weight, I hear the trucks engine getting closer. There is a man with a normal build that is walking beside the truck that is also wearing an orange hazmat suit (obviously a scorcher).

"Come here kid," he yelled as the truck slowly went through the forest.

I could see them now coming closer to me from the distance. What were these people, insane? They get closer, every step they take I feel fright flow through me at a faster pace. They are standing right under me now, the ache from my leg makes me want to scream.

I hold my breath but before I even have the chance to scream the branch right below the one I am sitting on starts to break. The scorcher whips his head around to see the movement, I'm surprised he doesn't get whiplash, stares into my eyes. His eyes cut into me like nothing before. 

I make him see the pain in my eyes but I can tell he doesn't care, he doesn't care at all, his eyes are filled with hatred and resentment. Scorchers aren't people, they're animals, they're creatures with nothing to seek except their idea of justice, of giving torture if your wrong or simply if your right just for their entertainment. They are sick and I will never ever feel pity or sorrow for them or be one or else I would be sick too.

"There you are, you little weasel," one yelled up to me motioning for me to come down from the tree "don't worry we don't bite."

"Very hard," another one chimed in holding a pistol that I wasn't to fond of. 

I stayed silent afraid of what was going to happen next.

"Come on, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," the one with the gun yelled as he pointed the gun up to me aiming it at my chest.

I looked down, if he pulled the trigger I was dead in seconds I thought. My leg is throbbing intensely now, I'm to young to die and I don't really want to die this way, in a tree with a scorcher pointing a gun at me.

"Come down now," a Scorcher shrieks from below. 

I do nothing, just sit there hugging my leg. 

"Don't make me do this," the Scorcher with the pistol yelled at me now with the gun pointed to my head.

"Leave me alone," I scream to them but they don't listen, they will never listen to me.

I hear the gun go off, the bullet flies through the air at a million miles a hour, I brace myself for the impact that it will bring. Then it hits me, it spreads an unknown pain, a vicious pain that makes my body go limp.

I feel unbalanced kind of dizzy at first but before I can do anything my eyes slowly start to close, I force them open but my eyelids are to strong and they fight against me. I feel almost funny, I want to laugh but I don't bother, I start to lean over to one side but I use my strength to pull myself upright. I feel weak as my body leans over to the other side. Gravity is to strong, I am defeated and stop fighting against gravity, I have no more strength inside of me.

The wind starts to pick up somehow and I feel kind of weird. Then I realize what's actually happening to me, I'm falling out of the tree.