The next morning, back in his cell, Lincoln had time to think. He had always been taught to think positively and never give up. This mantra had got him through some pretty sticky situations. However, this current one was going to top them all. There just seemed to be no way out of there and their captors are not showing themselves at all. He felt like a circus performer who was expected to perform more and more daring stunts. If he failed, he was dead. That incentive alone was what had been keeping him going so far. At some stage, though, he has got to go on the offensive. It was just a question of how? He began to cast his mind back to his last mission in Tajikistan. On that mission, he was also in an impossible situation, although he did not know it at the time. His salvation came in the form of outside help. His long lost love, Michelle, rescued him with the help of AST soldiers. In fact, most of his missions had been successful because of help he received along the way. In this situation, though, no outside help was possible and none was forthcoming. No one even knew he was there, especially Michelle. She was not due back for another six months. His colleagues and bosses at the AST only knew that he was at his country retreat. There was no need for any of them to contact him. Hell, even his neighbour knew that he disappeared for long periods. Hope he feeds the cat! This reminiscing made him quite despondent, pining for Michelle. He felt like he was never going to see her
All day yesterday all I could think about was Thomas. we only had chemistry together, But he didn't even look at me. Its like he's drawing me in. And now I'm sitting at the table looking down at my breakfast.
The next morning, Joshua drove his Lexis down his mother’s driveway and parked. Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the red roses growing along the side of his mother’s house. Shaking his head, he whispered, “Mom and her roses.”
The horn blared as a shadowy creature flashed across the road. Luca watched as his mom jerked in surprise and threw the wheel to one side. The car swerved before careening off the road and into a sprawling oak tree. Upon impact the airbags exploded out of their various nooks and crevices. A burning sensation spread through his jaw and down his neck, and Luca felt like he had just been punched in the jaw by Muhammad Ali. His mom, working quickly and decisively, found a sharp knife and popped her air bag before popping Luca’s. She rolled out of the seat and onto the road to see how much damage had been done. What she saw wasn't pretty, but what Luca saw was even worse; a blur of fur, teeth and claws was barreling towards his mom. He tried to yell, he tried to move, but he was frozen in fear, cowering in the front seat. His mom never had a chance, even with the knife she held. She stabbed the wolf, but the beast was barely affected. In the end he watched as his mom was dragged into the woods.
Whoosh! Outside the windows of her apartment, the branches kept swaying back and forth. Alexandria woke up from her sleep and kept listening to the sound. She looked out the window to see the darkness of the night and she touched the leaves of the branches. The leaves were smooth and shaped like an oval, yet with one ascending edge. The air was humid and she smelled the lilies from the ground below.
As I look out my window, all I see is a deep, dark void. Then my eyes adjust. Sparkling lights slowly appear out of the blank. I look to my left, and see a brown marble, the size of my fingernail. I look back inside the ship. Machines buzz, buttons click, the engine hums. The symphony of sounds slowly faded into faint white noise.
Sammy and I board quickly. He heads to his seat after a quick nod of encouragement. I sit down at my seat, happy it is at the end of the row so I don't have to squeeze by anyone. I feel like I have been waiting forever when the lady came out wearing a blue hat and started to "prepare us for takeoff" whatever the hell that meant. I look over at the people sitting next to me and see a kind looking lady, maybe in her late seventies and some guy wearing a trench coat and a tie. His hair is what could only be described as "sex hair" and from what I can tell he hasn't shaved in a couple days.
Flashlight. Check. Golf ball bag. Check. Phone. Check. Emergency kit. Check. Snacks. Check. Avalon went to make a mental list of everything she'd need for that night's adventure. She knew that tonight would be no different from all the other nights, but she still re-checked everything. It was a side-effect of having anxiety; Avalon always felt like she was missing or forgetting something.
My legs won’t stop jittering in the passenger footwell of Jacob’s ute. I’m so nervous. I haven’t been back to the city since I left for Hope over three years ago. It has been easier to ignore the life I left behind when it was over a six hour drive away. But now here I am, sitting next to man too handsome and kind for his own good, heading straight back into that lion’s den. It’s not that I didn’t have a great life there. I did. However it’s a completely different life to what I want and what I live now. And I haven’t been away long enough to forget how bitchy and snobby my old friends can be. To be really honest, I’m not sure what I’m more nervous about, facing my past or my past meeting Jacob. Jacob squeezes my thigh, interrupting my thoughts, “Hey over there, you alright?” He asks.
What if everything changes? What if he disowns me? The thoughts poured over me as I laid in my bed. I pushed my blankets off me. The air conditioning kicked on as I laid there, my body still as a board. The cool air from the vent brushed against me, sending a feeling of ease rush through my body. My mind was still numb at what I just did. I’ve been postponing this moment for years, yet I finally found the courage follow through with it.
Darkness, then light, the sound of the radio downstairs and the the soft beep of my alarm clock. I don’t bother pushing snooze. I’m tired from staying up till 2:00am to study, but I don’t have time to waste. I climb out of bed, walk, half awake to the bathroom to get changed and brush my teeth. I slowly walk down the stairs , the smell of bacon and eggs luring me towards the kitchen. At the table sat my mom, browsing through her facebook status. She barely noticed me when I walked in the room.
Jason was strolling down the gloomy back street, its walls dark and menacing. He had trekked this path many times, but this time it got him on edge. He felt as if he was trapped by the massive buildings around him. The faint smell of dust covered him as he walked down this dusty and aged street. He emerged from the dark and gloomy street to be blinded by the intense light of the sun. Noise of the busy people bustling around him surrounded his ear. He turned to follow the main stream of people, his grey eyes scanning the crowds as he walked to try to find his friends. Spotting them, he barged his way through the crowds to get to them. A random person barged into him knocking his leg, then with searing pain, his leg flared. He searched his leg to find the source of pain and found his chip digging into him causing blood to pour out. Thinking to himself he wondered what these chips were even for. He looked up to see the massive buildings create what seemed to be walls surrounding him, leaning over him. Everyone around him seemed so cheerful, yet he couldn’t see how they could be in such as desolate place, they all seemed to be oblivious.
“ No one can know that I killed her, got it john?” Okay lizzy, I understand. But what if- what do you mean what if john, there’s no what if’s there has to be no evidence that I killed her, so drive over here and bring plastic wrap. Do you think that’ll be good enough? John stuttered and then replied back to lizzy with a yes. While john is driving over to get lizzy and the dead girl, he sees a cop out of the corner of his eye, and starts to panic. Everything changed that night, the world and his friends aren’t what they use to be anymore, the girl he thought he knew, had some issues he or no one never knew.