How is the question?
As I walk back home I wonder how touching a back orb gives a person.
For that matter, what was that black orb? I must have been too tired to wonder but now...That was when the second incident occured, it was around 7 when I was on my way back and right as when I decided to take a shortcut home...cause it's 7 and then I turn into the dark scary alleyway which your mum says not to walk through(it had stray cats in it!)
Well it WAS the quickest way home, I was half way through the dark damp place when I hear I deep voice behind me 'This isn't your lucky day kid, turn around and hand me all of your money'
My blood turned cold and I cautiously turned my head around to see a 7 inch magnum pointed at my head...I froze out of terror and stuttered'I-I do-don't have anything on me!' He shouted back 'I don't play games kid' in a cold hard voice and that was when he shot the gun.
I could see the bullet, it was like time froze around me except the bullet, heading in slow-mo, I knew how fast the bullet was moving, the velocity, where it would hit, I knew it would hit the ground right in front of me... Did I just stop time?...
The bullet finally hit the ground in front of me, somehow my brain was now in overdrive. Like I was on a caffeine-high, hundreds of ideas and plans on how to escape this guy. He spoke again 'That was just a warning shot... Next time I won't miss...'
Next time I thought...I'll be ready I had already formulated a plan. I looked him in the eye and said 'Never'
'What are you talking about kid just give me the cash!' he said angrily
"I said no!"
Once again he shot the gun this time in anger, once again time seemed to slow around me this time the bullet was heading point blank at me, I just had to move the man seemed like he was a statue not moving an inch but the bullet, getting closer and closer by the second MOVE, I forced myself to move, it was like walking in water, like there was a force resisting me.
I walk out of the bullet's path and went to the trash can, getting more and more exhausted by the second...
"I'm not used to this" I think.FINALLY I make it to the trash can, I pick the lid up and my caffeine induced brain calculates the direction I have to fire the can with the maximum amount of power I can muster . I grab the can...pull my hand back, much like throwing a frisbe... And launch!
AN~~~
That, ladies and gentlemen is how you leave a cliffhanger!
Ow! No need to get violent, jeez!
Don't worry I won't take tooo long to update again...
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The Edge of Drakness
FantasyMeet Jonathan, your average 14 year old Living the boring life he wished to have some excitement. It may just come true...