Defying Death

Chapter 7

If you haven't noticed I- as in poisonrevenge is the only one writing. But I will continue, I have changed the cover. Do you like it? I have also a dreadful case of writer's block but I will try to battle it on (that is why I haven't updated in a week).

We creep down the end of the shed keeping an eye on where the military vehicle was parked. There was two-man both had rifles strapped on their backs. One of them was sitting in the passenger seat taking a drag. While the one that was probably the driver had wobbled around the corner on the car holding his package. I sniggered now that I knew that the soldiers were only taking a toilet break I knew that we were safe. I felt pathetic as I glanced back we had had hardly enough sleep but this was a silent warning to keep on going. This time not just because of the government on our tails but also because we only had half a slice of cheese as our food.

It wasn't a problem for me, I had starved for periods longer than a few days but I was worried for Beatha, She was still very malnourished and she had to gain what little energy she could. After we had backtracked a bit and made sure that we had distance from the truck we were back on the road, this time making sure we were more hidden. Military vehicles were like cockroaches once there was one you always know there is more to follow. As we walked in a steady rhythm I listened to the sound of nature. A call of a songlark, rustle of leaves in the wind. We passed under maple leaves, their gnarly branches bare and their russet leaves crackled as we stepped.

Flav knew me well enough, "it looks like a skeleton like even on its dying wish it wanted to reach the heavens, its limbs grasping," he said, ever the poet.

I had to agree, "yeah... it looks lonely and hallow as if the leaves betrayed him," my mouth spurted I had no idea where it came from. Flav looked at me weirdly before bobbing his head.

We kept on walking both in our own thoughts. The only conversations we had were light, breaching only the tip of the iceberg. When the sun was at its highest point and was scorching our skin off we luckily spotted a small steam so we could refill our water canisters and cool down. I hear a small gasp.

I turn around so hard I have whiplash. I look up to see a small frightened boy pointing a gun at us. I freeze he may be small but you don't need size to pull a trigger. I subconsciously put my body over Beatha who was lying with her head on my lap. I studied him trying to figure the little kid out. He was short and his cheekbones stick out where they shouldn't, he was probably around ten only one year older then Beatha; he could be older but he was very scrawny. He had a mop of curly red hair he had so many red freckles that he looked red rather than white. Half of the skin on his face must have been burnt as it was stretched so that he was lopsided. His eyes were as big as saucepans with fear and there was a small shine that showed that he was about to cry for his life.

I felt bad for him, I showed my palms to show that I was not a danger, "We aren't going to hurt you, please, just put the weapon down. Where are your parents, a kid as young as you shouldn't be alone". I asked already dreading the answer.

"Mm-my..." he said through tears.

Darn, I shouldn't have asked something so personal, it's not like a ten-year-old kid would look like a skeleton. He was now balling his eyes out but the gun was still pointed at us.

"She said to put the gun down kid!" ordered Flavius with not needed force. I wanted to glare at him but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the little kid. He crashed to the floor, his knees to wobbly and weak to hold him up. His gun went flying and landed near Flav's feet. He picked the handgun up I didn't see what he was doing with it as I had already rushed to the boy whose face was streaked with salty tears.