Ch 1: Still, He Searches...A Chapter by FishThe girl walked
casually along the forest floor, taking her time to arrive at her destination.
A light hum echoed throughout the trees and steadily grew louder. She looked
back, eyes growing in fear as another pair of feet, splattering against the
muddy earth, was added to the gentle hum. A teenage boy rushed through the
enormous plants, hopping over logs and dodging the branches. The girl snapped
forward and began to run as fast as she possibly could. The hum grew louder and
louder, and soon it was joined by the sound of crashing trees and wild life
escaping. The boy caught up with the girl and took hold of her hand, dragging
her along as he took the lead. The
crashes were louder then the closest thunder as the machines ripped through the
forest, intent on not letting anyone escape. SNAP! A large arrow, only a little thinner then the average human
body, ripped out of the front of the machine, and sped towards the two runners.
The boy let the girl’s hand slip away daintily as the arrow pierced through the
girl’s stomach to heart. Her body lifted in the air for a mere moment, blood
flew from her limp body and she was thrust to the ground. The boy desperately
attempted to increase his speed and direction, but with little impact as
thousands of machine gun bullets raged down on him, leaving his dirtied body in
a pool of blood. Fingers desperately twitching, their last active nerves
attempting to claw their way up from the muddy earth. A
pair of black troop boots hit the ground with a thud. They walked towards the
two bodies. A gloved hand reached down and took a beaten down and bloody
bracelet from their wrists. He shoved them in his pocket, and attached a small
microchip onto the neck of each body. He stayed a moment to watch as the
microchip burned and melted into the skin of their bodies. He then returned to
his massive vehicle and it roared loudly as it slithered back into the brush it
had torn through. Leaving the two mutilated bodies to deteriorate in the mud. Inside the man sat down, pulled the
bracelets from his pocket and observed them. The one he had taken from the girl
was small and had a brass chain that was in the process of deteriorating. It
had a few knick-knacks hanging off it here and there, mostly pins, wires from
an I-D card, an artificial apple core, and a small disk that was covered in so
much rust it was hard to make out the design on it. He sighed and thrust it
down a small tube near the arm of his chair. He then examined the boy’s
bracelet. He sighed once more as the boys bracelet seemed to be identical to
the girl’s, with of course, a few other odd objects such as titanium Reignmeng
Silhoutes hanging off of it. “Useless,” he muttered as he stuffed the chain
into the tube. He
leaned back, rubbing his hands through his hair. He squinted up at the ceiling
of the machine, fully aware of the ever-growing bags under his eyes. “Sir,
we’ve finished the Pailen district, move on?” a young pilot in his twenties
appeared and saluted the upper ranking man. “No, that’s all for today…” the man
trailed off. “Yes sir,” the pilot returned to his position at the front of the
machine. The man glared through the window, hating every inch of himself for
not trying hard enough. ‘I need to find out what other Districts have been
exterminated…” he thought about all the places she could have gone and rubbed
his head; it all seemed so pointless. © 2012 FishReviews
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