The Special

Episode 6 - In The Forest

I had been walking for a while, maybe two or three hours, when I heard something. There was no wind so it wasn't just the wind blowing the trees. There was someone there. I had been trying to make sure Damian, or anyone else from the camp, wasn't following me and I was pretty sure it wasn't any of them. This was something totally new.

"We got him." I heard someone whisper from the bush. My heart stopped and so did the rest of me. I had to get out of there, I had to act fast.

I started running as fast as I could and I heard the same person yell, "Go, go, go!"

Suddenly, within milliseconds, there was a large crowd of people, all in black SWAT looking uniforms, running after me. I knew I couldn't run forever. I had to fight back, but they couldn't know, I couldn't let them find out, but I had no choice. I had to fight back.

"Don't let him get away!" I needed to think of something quick. I knew I should've brought a bow and arrows. But I had to use what I had.

I lifted my hand and jerked it to the direction of the men chasing me, immediately a large branch flew from beside me, toward a group of the men that were chasing me.

I stood there for a half second, congratulating myself, until I realized that there was still more. One of them caught up to me and grabbed my arm and before I knew it there was a few around me, all trying to contain me.

I lifted my knee and hit one guy in the stomach, then kicked him off, freeing one of my arms. Using my free arm I hit the other guy in the nose, breaking it. I pulled my other arm away, in his fatigue, and notice more coming at me.

I fought some of them off but more kept coming. I didn't want to do the branch thing again, right in front of them, but I think they already knew, so I did. One attacker ran at me from behind but I turned around and held my hands up towards him. He flew back into a tree.

My focus was slightly down and another attacker came at me from behind and two more joined to grab my arms. I was losing strength fast.

The leader of the small group that was there approached me. I was held tight by the men in black and it was going to be difficult to escape. The leader smiled for a moment then his face turned mean. He gave me a good punch to the face, then another, then another. I tasted metal. Red metal.

He hit me in the stomach and when I bend down in pain he hit me again. I could feel the muscles in my stomach tighten up after the blows, preparing for more and tensing from pain. I could barely keep my eyes open.

"I bet you wish you hadn't escaped now, huh, kid?" Another hit to the face. I didn't know if the wetness I felt on my face was sweat or blood, but all I could feel was pain.

"Asshole kid, you're not gonna make me look bad again!" Once again, the pounding to my face occurred. I spit out the accumulating liquid that was in my mouth. It was dark outside but I could tell that the liquid was red.

Suddenly, in my dazed state, I felt a sharp shooting pain in my leg and part of it went numb. All I could feel was pain. I collapsed, unable to hold myself up. My leg wouldn't work. It was broken.

"Now you can't run away again." I gathered every last little bit of strength I had and concentrated hard. I could feel the energy building up inside my body, wanting to escape. I held back until everything I had was about to come out on its own.

I released it right as the leader was about to deliver another blow. The accumulation of energy that had been built up in my body exploded and the men that had been holding me were no longer holding me. They flew and eventually smacked into a tree, meters away. And the leader was flown far away and knocked unconscious.

Having given all I had, I, too, passed out, again. All the pain had simply drifted away and I fell into a deep sleep, not knowing what was going to happen next, and unable to control what was going to happen next.

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"So he is going to be ok?"

"Yeah, he should be fine." I recognized those voices. I was back at the camp. Well, there are worse places. I tried to get up but a shooting pain went down my leg when I tried to move it. I cried out I pain. They both noticed and came to my aid.

"Don't move it, it's broken." Alice instructed.

"I'll be right back." She left the cabin in a hurry.

"Good, I thought you were dead." Damian looked pissed, and I didn't blame him.

"I feel like I am." I could barely move and I was so tired I was surprised that I had even woken up.

"How long was I asleep this time?"

"Only two days." The door opened and Alice returned.

"I'm back." She was carrying what looked like a first aid kit. She opened it and took out a bandage. Then she lifted my leg and rested my foot on a stack of pillows.

"Ah! Careful!" I winced in pain.

"Sorry." She carefully wrapped up my leg tightly then left again to put the first aid kit back.

"So..." I could feel a cut on my lip and a few more on other parts of my face.

"How did you know where I was? I was probably pretty far from here, I had been walking for hours."

"I followed you." Wow! Didn't see that one coming. I was still so exhausted so I laid my head back and closed my eyes, trying to conserve what little energy I had.