|Library of Stories
Author: S.C.London PM
Hello! S.C. London here and this is the official opening of the library of stories. Basically a collection of oneshots, or is it? . Veiw my page for the details.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 644 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-21-12 - id: 3024622
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A/N: Hello people. This is the start of the library of stories. This first one kicks of with a lot of questions. But don't worry, this particular story does continue. It is dubbed: Jake's Line
He tripped. Of course, it was at the exact wrong time. Over his own feet, too. Tumbling down the muddy hillside, all he could do is hope not to die. Branches reached and clawed at him, rocks angrily chased after him for disturbing their unmoving peace. His face ate dirt while he barrel rolled down the steep forest hill at an alarming speed. The sky became the ground, and likewise the ground the sky. And then it flipped. And again. The world spun around him.
He stopped. He was staring up at the blue sky. Maybe it was a stroke of luck that he fell down that hill, a cliff really. The Searchers wouldn't dare come down here, risking their own lives. He sat up, a sharp pain attacked his arm when he leaned back on it.
"Ow, I should stop being so clumsy," he was talking to himself, but it was all he could do to keep sane. Or maybe he wasn't quite sane.
"Almost died on that one, Jake," he said, scolding himself. However he definitely would've died if The Searchers had caught him. After a few minutes, Jake stood up. Cuts and bruises announcing their presence as he did so.
"Ow, again," His legs were riddled with nicks and bites from the trees and rocks. He began walking, the pain in his arm increasing. Jake hoped it wasn't broken. It didn't look like it. But there was no way of being sure. He walked on. His current path would take him into a very ominous looking forest, and he decided that he would rather stick to the Searcher ridden path, than trudge through their. So, he looked for a way back up to the old asphalt street. It was about two miles down before he found one. Slowly, he climbed his way back up to the road. The climb exhausted him.
It had been awhile since he had had food, he wasn't sure how many days; they started to blend together. But he was definitely weak. He sat crossed legged on the road for some time, just resting. His thoughts bugging him, again. He closed his eyes, if only just for a minute...
BANG! The sky was dark. Stars blanketed the black mattress. There was a pounding of hard metal boots on the asphalt. They were getting louder. Jake's eyes flickered open. Oh no! Did I fall asleep? They found me! A string of minor epiphanies flew through his mind as he groggily stood up. BANG! A little bit of asphalt next to him exploded. He began to run, well, limp-run. I'm not going to make it, Jake thought. He heard the barking of dogs. Clatter of boots. The firing of those reched machines.
Pain exploded in Jake's left calf. His stumbled to the ground. He couldn't stop his face from slamming into the ground. His nose started to bleed. It's all over, at least. But a terrible realization hit Jake. The Searchers were close enough to hit him. And they shot his leg. No. If they were able to hit him they could've hit him in the head, or back. Kill him instantly. Plus the pain in his leg was fading. They phasers were set to stun, so-to-say. They want me…alive. The pain all but vanished from his leg. He heard the boots dangerously close now. His mind was racing. For escape routes, ideas, anything. But nothing came to mind. The clang of boots stopped, being replaced by heavy breathing. They were here.