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The Beginning of Breaking Down

The boy ran toward the bedroom door as the smell of smoke rose into the air The alarm went off and the scream of gasoline echoed into the hall He ran- jumped- dived as the loudest boom went off Shaken and stunned he burst to the living room opening the door my still lead to certain doom it flung open as he jumped onto his back big men charged in only to be attacked his father yelling swears and bashing heads a lead pipe as his weapon and a gash in his hand he told the boy to go but it was to late the next wave of men came in pursued the boys father was beaten to death very soon The boy crawled though one of the men's legs and ran until his feet gave out and he started to run again a black car pulled up to screeching stop in front of the child the driver got out and opened the back passenger side throwing the boy in and driving away to a violent camp not mentioned to the world they held him captive in handcuffs of light he walked down a long hallway with guards on both sides when he got to the room the guards left him the door so he was now alone in the big black room... A man sit by a fire signaling the boy to move forward and by the time he arrived the conversation was over The man wore a suit of military honor and status For he was the starter of this whole disaster He addressed himself as Orian Glow and the boy stared into the eyes of his foe he was thrown into a cell with almost no air he scratched into the wall "Life's not fair" looking out the window and crying to sleep thinking about his father and wanting to escape the moon shone bright and the transport came the ride was long until the sirens rang the driver and guard ran to the building as the prisoners ran off to the fencing the boy crawled under and the others caught he ran and ran to the next building lot a library abandoned but the doors where locked the boy used his handcuffs to break open the lock the doors flung and he ran in to hide the smell of books and dust was all to find...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/2/2010 5:17:00 PM
Thank you, and the continuation of this story is called Broken Day...
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Date: 10/2/2010 2:32:00 PM
Very expressive and creative write on the nightmare, Ryan
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