Chapter 10

The smell of ground, the voice of a ancient tree...*

I open my eyes abruptly. Mists of ground form where I breathe quickly to find air. I am still outside where they took us, but I am alone. The noises are muffled out of my ears, I only hear the loud screeches of something in the distance. My eyes are damp, from crying I think. And something wet is on my face. I take my hand and bring it in front of my eyes. Blood...
I fall on my back and try to scamper away from the fear left behind by the guys who shot me. The ground is hard and rocks scratch my hands. I feel the blood on my head dripping slowly down, almost dried up but the last sticky pieces oozes off my head. I stop in my tracks when I hear the breathing of something. It is in my neck. I turn my head around, really slowly to see what it is. My pupils dilate instantly, my back hairs raises by a couple of inches and my hands start to tremble on the ground. I feel how my heart wants to pump blood through my body but it's too weak to do it. I stand up quickly and walk backwards with more than a slow pace. In front of me, only a couple of feet away are two black and grey dogs. They are huge,  almost looking like horses. The pieces of rubble under my feet doesn't stop me to walk backwards. I hit my foot against an open can, the pain is quick and intense as it is shot up my leg. I can see traces of my blood mixing with the lose ground on the floor. Every step I take a shot of pain is sent straight in my leg, making me limp every time I set my foot down.
The white teeth stands tall out of their mouths and I can see the spit dripping from the red flesh in their mouths. Pure rage flames out of their eyes as they look at me. The pain fades away and is replaced by fear. Cold shots shoot through my body and into my head. My skin turns icy and the ground tingle my feet. The open wound contracts pieces of ground, the pain intensifies with the rough edges of ground rubs itself into the flesh.
Under the immense weight of the dogs, the earth tremble by every step they take. Trying to place my feet on the ground, I miss a step and fall on my back.

"Get down boys! Get away!"

A loud scream bursts into the open air. An arm with several tattoos pops over my eyes and takes away the dogs. I quickly stand up again, trying to run away from the guy he grabs me by the shirt. "Where to you think you are going mister," he pulls back on my shirt and throws me to the ground. I hit my head against one of the rocks sticking out of the ground. Blood rolls down my face into my eyes. It burns my eyes and I cannot see anything at all. The hand grips me by the neck. I am pulled up in hit in the face. A crack sound comes from my nose where he hit me, and I fall to the ground once again. A hysterical laughing came from his open mouth. My vision is restored a bit, but I only see bits of what happened next.

The passage is lit with a dim light. It looks familiar. I remember the doors, it is the same passage they pulled me through on the trolley. Room 129. The door bursts open, my limp body thrown into the black room. The same room. The same stench and the same noises. I clutch my head to muffle out the sound from the metallic door. I walk untill I think I am in the middle of the room. The ground is damp as I sit down with my head in my hands. The black shorts I have one dampens in on the ground. "I hope it is just water," I say softly to myself.

"Hey my old friend!" the voice is cold and shatters through my head and ears. I clench my fists and hit it into the ground. I close my eyes quickly when talks again. "Glad you survived part one, a lot struggle to get this far, but you made it with me."

Author's Note

I think this is the worst part in the book... Not really written any good.... I dont know... HELP ME =[

Reviews

[((Teenage_Poet_Loser))]

haha i also a kid if you can say that =D... 17.... yeah i know what u mean.. i get most of my ieads when i am busy with something and a pen is not near me.... sucks!

[Maryum Mazhar]

Oh come on, its not THAT bad!!

You know, ideas for writing don't come when you really need them, and that sucks, but they come at unexpected times like when your in bed at night. I get most of my ideas listening to my iPod :P

Just think about it like "if i was someone else would I actually wanna read it or would I like it?" I think you should read it all over again and, taking one sentence at a time, think how it would sound better, and re write it that way.

Anyway, I'm just a kid, and i'm probably making no sense to you lol
, so i dunno, i don't think its too bad and i don't think its too good, do whatever you think is best! Good luck! :DD