A Game of Colours

Chapter 13: Two Years Later

HEYY GUYS :) So before I start this chapter; I just wanted to thank all of you. I hit 1k a few days ago and I'm so excited :3 I never thought my story would even get this far. It may not be much to some people, but I'm just greatful that I've gotten this much support and that people are reading.

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Monday was Martin Luther King Jr Day. :D I'm Canadian, so we don't celebrate it. BUT it's still a very important day commemorating civil rights. Since this story sort of fits that theme, here's a chapter dedication to MLK :)

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Gunshots ring through the air.

"RUN, ALICE! RUN!" yells Tom. He lies there, a tangled mess of limbs stuck on the other side of the fence. They shot him, and he cannot cross. I hesitate for only second before I climb it and sprint through the trees, faster and faster, nothing but a blur of green. The branches tear at my face, clawing at me. The vines tangle round my limbs, slowly creeping up. They're moving, trying to trip me like snakes. I keep running through the forest, until I see a yellow clearing. Wheat everywhere, high as a man, blocking my view of the other side. I take my chances and sprint through it.

I notice an eagle soars high above me, calling out as if to alert my pursuers of my name.

"Alice" the wind carries my name.

"Alice"

"Alice. You left me."

"Alice."

"How could you Alice?"

"Thought you cared about me."

"You'll ruin my brother too. You'll leave him, won't you? You promised me."

"Protect Isaac. I told you. But I guess you never cared about him until he saved your ass in the river, huh?"

"STOP!" I yell hopelessly as the voice surrounds me. My head is pouding like crazy

I can't see where I'm going, so I only pray.

I stumble out of the growth to find I am in a clearing. A small house is in the distance, vaguely familiar.

"So, you came back didya? Fool."

"Frederick?" I cry, "it can't be...I'm not...."

I try and turn to run back, but someone sticks their hand out and stops me.

"Tom?" I sob

"You left me to die. Now you're going to die too." His eyes flash menacingly as he hands Frederick the knife.

The knife that got me out of Jackson Plantation. Tom holds my hands tight behind my back, and I notice a crowd of people have gathered around us.

They're all laughing. Men, women, and children, jeering at me. Taunting me.

I notice my mother, my father, and my brother in the crowd.

"You're going to die" they say, "you should've never left."

"NO!" I scream, "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Frederick walks up to me slowly, twirling the knife between his fingers. 

"I never did find you after all this time. It's a pity. But you came to me. I'd like to thank you personally."