Relative Prey
Story Title: Relative Prey
Username:
eternity_xx
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Rating: G/PG (A little blood, a chase)
Summary: A short chase leads to an odd ending...
Excerpt: The skies opened, and the rain beat down. Lightning appeared in the sky, and thunder followed. I was cold, wet, and tired, but there was no way I would give up.
Author's Note: I just needed to write something. I've been reading and reviewing all these lovely stories, and my hands were just itching to write. And once I wrote it, I saw no one had put a new story up recently, so I thought, why not? My brain would literally have exploded if I didn't get this piece out. It's uber short, and I wrote two versions. This is the simpler one, and I hope you realize how I was trying to write it by the end. It came out a little odd, unfortunately. Be as critical as you want, just know it was just a little exercise.
Username:
eternity_xxGenre: Realistic Fiction
Rating: G/PG (A little blood, a chase)
Summary: A short chase leads to an odd ending...
Excerpt: The skies opened, and the rain beat down. Lightning appeared in the sky, and thunder followed. I was cold, wet, and tired, but there was no way I would give up.
Author's Note: I just needed to write something. I've been reading and reviewing all these lovely stories, and my hands were just itching to write. And once I wrote it, I saw no one had put a new story up recently, so I thought, why not? My brain would literally have exploded if I didn't get this piece out. It's uber short, and I wrote two versions. This is the simpler one, and I hope you realize how I was trying to write it by the end. It came out a little odd, unfortunately. Be as critical as you want, just know it was just a little exercise.
I was running hard when I heard them. Footsteps, pounding behind me, were racing in my direction. No, no! I thought. He couldn’t catch me. He wouldn’t catch me. I pumped my legs harder.
It was getting dark, but the footsteps were still there.
“Stop!” he yelled angrily. Light flashed across my feet. He had a flashlight. I was done for.
I turned suddenly to my right and jumped onto a smooth rock, almost slipping and losing my balance. My hand caught me, pushed me back up. I could do this. I would do this. I tried to convince myself that I was faster than the man, that I was the better of us two. The footsteps stopped for a moment, but the light caught me and he turned to follow. Faint yelling, off in the distance, reached my ears, but I didn’t bother trying to figure out the words. Nothing was more important than staying ahead of that man.
The skies opened, and the rain beat down. Lightning appeared in the sky, and thunder followed. I was cold, wet, and tired, but there was no way I would give up. More shouting, this time from the man behind me. The wind and water didn’t let me hear the words.
Without warning, I tripped on a wet root. Down I went, scraping my palms on the way, hitting one knee on a sharp stone. I could feel the blood come up, drip from my injuries. The footsteps and the light caught up with me. It was over. I sobbed, for my losing and for the pain of my cuts.
A hand reached down, rubbed my hair.
“Tag, you’re it, buddy.” Gentle hands scooped me up, held me close.
“Daddy,” I whispered worn out and just a little bloody, crying, “I hurt.”
“You should’ve stopped when it got dark,” my father said. “We’ll be home in a minute, and then we can get you some Band-Aids.”
“Can we play tag tomorrow?” I begged. My father looked down at me gravely. “Please?”
“Oh, all right. But we stop when it gets dark. Or if it rains again, okay?”
I didn’t answer, already asleep and ready for my father to carry me home.
It was getting dark, but the footsteps were still there.
“Stop!” he yelled angrily. Light flashed across my feet. He had a flashlight. I was done for.
I turned suddenly to my right and jumped onto a smooth rock, almost slipping and losing my balance. My hand caught me, pushed me back up. I could do this. I would do this. I tried to convince myself that I was faster than the man, that I was the better of us two. The footsteps stopped for a moment, but the light caught me and he turned to follow. Faint yelling, off in the distance, reached my ears, but I didn’t bother trying to figure out the words. Nothing was more important than staying ahead of that man.
The skies opened, and the rain beat down. Lightning appeared in the sky, and thunder followed. I was cold, wet, and tired, but there was no way I would give up. More shouting, this time from the man behind me. The wind and water didn’t let me hear the words.
Without warning, I tripped on a wet root. Down I went, scraping my palms on the way, hitting one knee on a sharp stone. I could feel the blood come up, drip from my injuries. The footsteps and the light caught up with me. It was over. I sobbed, for my losing and for the pain of my cuts.
A hand reached down, rubbed my hair.
“Tag, you’re it, buddy.” Gentle hands scooped me up, held me close.
“Daddy,” I whispered worn out and just a little bloody, crying, “I hurt.”
“You should’ve stopped when it got dark,” my father said. “We’ll be home in a minute, and then we can get you some Band-Aids.”
“Can we play tag tomorrow?” I begged. My father looked down at me gravely. “Please?”
“Oh, all right. But we stop when it gets dark. Or if it rains again, okay?”
I didn’t answer, already asleep and ready for my father to carry me home.
