Life Catcher

Part 1: Chapter One: Meaning's Beginning

Part One

Meaning's Beginning

1.

Who am I?

That question has been beckoning me for . . . How long now? I only count how many times I see the moon. That would count to be about 13 times. Well, not counting tonight.

The bushes rustle as I pass them swiftly, not caring what creature peaks up...or down at me. Quickly reaching for my bow, I dodge an upcoming tree. I duck under shrubs instinctively and leap over boulders without trying.

I know what you're thinking. "How in the heck can you leap over boulders?" Well, I can. You see, I am nothing like you. I do not even belong here. Where am I from you may ask, but that question is one I cannot answer. I just don't know. One thing that I know for sure is that I have abilities. To you these abilities may seem spectacular. Nevertheless, it's all I have. No friends, no values, and no secret items.

Who is to say I can keep these special items from someone. I cannot even keep them to myself. I cannot hide them because they are hidden from no one. And I obviously cannot share them. Whom can I share them with? My past and future are undecided. You on the other hand most likely know where you're from and who you are. Unless you're like me, and you travel from forest to forest finding new homes and watching your "old" forests burn to the ground. Not caring if you live or survive. Not caring if you die.

I stop abruptly from the sound in a nearby bush. Already knowing what lies within, I focus my bow and arrow directly in the center of the small thicket. It rustles some more then silences.

Come out you little rascal, I think to myself. Still there is silence and that's when aggravation settles in.

Suddenly there's an excruciating pain in my left calf.

I could scream but what is the use? Who will hear me, and who will come to my rescue? I simply do a 180-degree turn with my upper body and point my arrow down at...

A Nome.

They are these reptilian-like creatures with fat bodies and puny arms. Other than their pointy ears and stubby fingers, these freaks of nature could send a T-rex running for their mommy. I'm not sure where they came from, all I know is that their after me. They want me dead for some reason. But why? I typically call them the Creatures of Nome. Don't ask me where I got the name. I just know. Right when I crossed one's pass before, I just knew it was a Nome. Lucky me I had a bow and arrows with me. Don't even ask where they came from.

It growls and I point my arrow between its eyes. It goes cross-eyed to look at the point of my arrow. It grunts and I guess that means "oh snap" in Nome. I release and the arrow flies strait through its head landing in the dirt, and green goop leaks out of its wound (which is most likely blood). Its pupils retract and it releases its fixed grip on my calf. Then it slowly falls backwards to the ground and dissipates leaving even more green goop as a "thank you" gift.

Okay so as you can see this girl is just like Katniss. But I swear I wrote this before I even read the Hunger Games. Lol! Hope you liked the chapter! Her name will be said in Chapter 2 just so ya know! Vote! Live! Love! YOLO!