Stolen

Chapter 11

Trey opened his eyes. He was lying under a grey bridge, with a river and a path under it. He lifted his head, but there was something on his face. He lifted his hand up to his cheek, and felt crusty, dried blood. He looked down, and saw that his arm was still bleeding dark blood onto the ground, pooling around him. He began to panic, and frantically looked around for something to cover the wound. Trey ripped a strip of material off his jacket and tied it around his arm, wincing as his wound began to sting. He got up, and felt light headed and dizzy. Slowly, he began shuffling forwards, then walking, and eventually running as he felt blood seeping into the cloth. He swerved past trees and streams, and eventually found the wall of the city.

I must have climbed over the wall and into the country last night, Trey thought, looking up at the wall. It was much higher than it had looked from the alleyway. He looked around for something to stand on, so he could reach the top of the wall. But all he could see was a big tree, with a wasps nest on it. Sighing, Trey went over to the tree. It had thick, hard bark, which jutted out a little from the tree, and would be easy to grip. Trey began to climb, gritting his teeth as his arm throbbed in pain. His fingers were scratched by the bark, and his shoulders were aching from pulling himself upwards. He reached the wasps nest. There was a branch right above it, but he couldn't reach it, and the bark had become smooth and flaky, so he couldn't keep climbing. He looked at the wasps nest. It looked quite easy to hold onto, and the tendril attaching it to the branch looked strong. Slowly, he reached up, and, praying as hard as he could, grasped the wasps nest.

Suddenly, he heard a loud buzzing from inside. Quickly, he pulled himself up over the bees nest and onto the branch. But as he did so, he shook the hive even more, sending a swarm if wasps flying out. Trey panicked, and quickly began to judge how far he would have to leap, setting himself up for the jump. He could make it. Just. Suddenly he felt a searing pain at the back of his neck as the first few wasps sunk their stingers into his skin. Hurridly, he took a run up along the branch, as more and more wasps attacked his legs. He ran to the edge of the branch, focused on the top of the wall, and jumped.