A Narrative Of A Heros Journey

Each slap was met with a hiss or guttural growl that shot from Lucy's lips. As they rode further away from her home, Lucy tried her best to spot and memorize landmarks, just in case she had the opportunity to escape, although deep down she knew that would be a futile effort, but she grasped at

It has been at least an hour and a half since the attack. She does not remember anything that happened. She slowly get up and reaches for the doorknob. A sudden shot of pain went up her arm. Blood then started dripping from her hand. She had been cut. A knife stabbed her in her hand. “Ow.”, She then blacks out.

she had almost made it to the flower shop unscathed when a car turned onto the street she was about to skate across, causing her to jolt back and fall off her board, to the concrete. She yelled after the driver but stopped when she tasted blood. she reached up and touched her lip where it was now split, groaning at the twinge of pain that shot through her jaw.

“Hush, follow these instructions. Leave the alley speak in two minutes to a guard. Inform them that you found these dead bodies and a dark haired man leaving the alley who looked shifty. I will make this look like a random mugging. Crime is low, but muggings do occur, but be careful next time.”

Lucy’s breath burned in her lungs, but her dreaming body thrilled at the hunt. She could feel him behind her, his golden eyes raking over her body as he chased her.

“Go ahead just please don’t hurt me like you did to that poor youngster a few years back.” The unnamed man said in a frightened voice.

She felt a hard metal blade against the small of her back and suddenly the waistband of her leggings lost all its elasticity. In almost the same instant Mark tore open the backside

I hear a grunt, then see one of the figures snap the other’s neck. “C-r-r-a-i-g-g?” i manage to make the words tumble out of my mouth, scattered and unintelligible. I’ve always spoken with inflection, but didn’t seem to notice this time. I had a sense something wasn’t right, a sense of acrimony fluttered through the air around me. Then, i slowly turned away from the horrific sight, and ran like heck. I felt something small fall out of my satchel as i ran. But all i was focused on was making it out of there alive. I hear footsteps not far behind me as i get in the car and lock the doors “MY KEYS!” I scream as i fumble through my pockets. Finally, i find them as i feel something pull on my hoodie. I turn to see my jacket caught in the door. I let out a relieved sigh as i realize whoever was chasing me made a run for it. Then i forgot about the car and went to check on the most likely dead victim.

At the end of July, during a morbid heat spell, a young lady jumped off of a third story balcony and tumbled into the dry brush, only to take off running. The slaps of her flip flops as she ran echoed through the cement sidewalk, causing a passersby to take a look, and then another.

The stillness of the night was shattered with the sound of footsteps pounding on the uneven pavement. Deep into the darkened, abandoned streets they ran. One after the other; a partnered duo after the mysterious vigilante, who wreaked havoc, and tarnished Samuel’s name and records.

She had to do it fast, with only one try, she did not want the girl to suffer and definitely did not want to use that knife a second time. She rose her hand and swung just once, but it was enough as she hit, thrusting the knife deep into the girl's heart to be sure she wouldn't use the knife again. The knife went in so smoothly, it took only second, but that second seemed to be a whole eternity. The girl could let out just one cry, a cry for help, a cry from frustration, a cry of pain. Hot blood flushed from the place where the knife poked from, a rusty smell touched her nose, her guts screwed up. She felt like throwing up and drinking after that so she could forget and mute that tiny voice which was whispering her she was turning into the same monster that killed her mother.

I heard his footsteps stop, he opened the closet door, looking down at me, smiling “innocently” with the knife in his hand. “Found you, Elizabeth.” I started crying and I screamed. He started to stab my stomach, then my eyes, then my legs, next thing I knew.. I was dead, and a bloody mess…

He trudged deliberately slow, his steps hesitant and afraid. The girl behind him was silent. She ought to be, he thought bitterly. She was the one who caused this in the first place. He tried to form any other thoughts but the one idea that circled his head was of his utter demise. He squared his shoulders, awkwardly pushing out his lanky chest. The sound of wooden wheels clattering against the ground made him turn in anger. He brought his foot harshly and kicked her. She screamed, tumbling to the dirt. He smirked, some of his annoyance sent elsewhere. He continued to walk, listening to her small grunts of pain as she, he assumed, was trying to get back on her plank.

A new sound entered her head. Tap, tap, tap. It came from next door and Clemmie felt the urge to see what it was. She stood up and wobbled, then hitched her blankets high. Inch by fragile inch, step by painful step, she made her way to the door. She leant against frame and looked to see where the noise came from.

After that Lucy and her mom got into an argument about Lucy losing her pair of socks and Lucy gets tired of everyday arguments with her mom on little things. She stays with Kaylie for a day. The next morning she wanted to say sorry to her mom but she found her mom covered with a pile of newspaper she died. Lucy stopped right before she was about to call 911 she thought if everyone saw the dirty house what will they think about her and her life. So she thought that I will clean the house very hard so there is not spot left dirty and she will have to keep the house freeze for her mum’s dead body. Lucy remembered when last time her mum got into an accident and had to go to the hospital for days and her aunt came over and Lucy and jean her aunt thought that maybe Lucy’s mum will be happy to see their house clean so they both cleaned it and when Lucy’s mum came home she freaked out and it only took her six months to destroy the house for forever and never cleaned it and plus she kicked aunt jean out too. Some chapters tell a little more details about Lucy’s mum. Lucy remembered that on Christmas Eve her mother gave her 7 wallets that were on sale and she felt like her mom