|Hunted (standard:adventure, 1020 words)|
|Author: Claude||Added: Oct 05 2000||Views/Reads: 2380/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Liam crept through the darkness stealthily and the chase was on.|
Liam crept through the darkness stealthily, moving from doorway to doorway, crouching low, as if anyone could see him in the pitch blackness of the alleyway. Overhead, the dark grey clouds overwhelmed the dim light given off by the small crescent moon. Looking forward, Liam could barely see his breath, condensing as he breathed out, forming a small puff of vapour with each shallow exhalation. Liam darted from his small sheltered doorway across the alleyway and ducked behind a large skip, sitting outside the back entrance of a large warehouse. Liam’s head snapped around as he heard rapid footfalls behind him. Surely they couldn’t have tracked me down already he thought; his eyes darting from left to right, scanning the alley for any visible signs that his pursuers had spotted him. Not seeing anything, Liam took decisive action and moved quickly. Will walked brazenly through the alley, his torch like a beacon, cutting through the darkness as he scanned from side to side. His steps were slow and short, but certain as he moved through the dark alleyway, the soles of his shoes echoing slightly on the cold bitumen. I am going to catch that boy, and when I do, there will be action Will thought, his cold thoughts of revenge a parallel to the chilly darkness of the small street. Will’s hand ran along his belt until it came to the small pouch he had put there. Fumbling with the clasp, he opened it and pulled out a pair of black woollen gloves and a black balaclava. Setting his torch on a nearby skip, he pulled on his gloves and then slid the balaclava over his head, pulling it across his cold face. Picking up his torch, he continued his methodical march. Liam waited for what seemed like an eternity. He had heard someone come down the alley; he could only assume it was his pursuers. When he had heard something land on the lid of the skip, he was sure his heart could have been heard by his pursuers, no matter where they were. Eventually, Liam had heard the footsteps recede, moving past the rank stench of the skip. Cautiously, he raised the lid of the skip, just enough so that he could scan the nearby area. Not seeing anyone, or hearing anything other than the normal background noise, Liam lifted the lift of the skip and jumped out, trying to make as little noise as possible. Brushing the worst of the grime off, Liam reached up to shut the lid of the skip. He started lowering it gently and then felt it slipping out of his grimy fingers. He watched in sickening apprehension as the big black flap rushed towards its inevitable collision with the skip. Almost two blocks away, Will heard the sound echoing through the thin and cold night air. Pivoting so fast but still keeping balance, he turned and ran back towards the alley. Liam was running before the sound had died away. He knew that his pursuers must have heard the noise. He cursed himself inwardly as he sprinted towards the end of the alley, the opposite end to where he thought his pursuers had gone. He reached the end of the alley, still running full tilt. He skidded to the left and ran on. Ever the chased, he looked around this new street and saw that, although it was lined with streetlights, all they did was highlight the shadows. “STOP WHERE YOU ARE!” The voice rang out through the air. Liam didn’t even slow down. He knew from the sound that his pursuer was still quite far behind. Spotting a likely side street, Liam turned quickly, using a lamp post as a balance point. Quickly analysing the new terrain, Liam bolted towards the nearest safe cover and took it. Will felt the rush of the hunt as he ran down the street. Finally, he was going to catch his quarry. This had been the hardest one to catch. Whoever this boy was, he had given Will a run for his money. That was not enough to stop Will, however. If this boy was going to run, he was going to be chased. Nobody had ever escaped from the Brethren before. Nobody who had ever dared to enter the hall and then run had ever eluded the Brethren long enough to survive. Will was the best hunter. He was the fastest, strongest and had by far the best endurance than any other in the small, elite clan. Now, he was about to take his hundredth captive, surmounting all records the Brethren had ever had. Will ran around the corner and stopped. The quarry was nowhere to be seen. Will dropped into a defensive stance and turned slowly, scanning the street. Liam looked down from the tree at his pursuer, his breath short and shallow, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. Steeling himself, he released his hold on the branch, falling directly down towards the aggressor. He landed, kicking and screaming. He wrenched off the balaclava, but was thrown to the ground. Suddenly, he realised something was wrong. His attacker wasn’t attacking. I’ve failed Liam thought. He felt a sharp shock at the back of his head, and then nothing. Liam awoke, the pain a dull ebbing in his head. He opened his eyes, the bright light of the room intensifying the pain, clouding his vision. He turned his head as he heard a deep and melodious voice, booming through what sounded like a large hall. “Today, the Brethren were challenged. Someone entered the hall and fled. He was captured. However, due to his speed and skills, he is to be accepted into our order. Today we welcome Brother Liam into the elite of this city” Vision slowly returned to Liam, and he saw the hall of the Brethren, the crowd cheering for him. He smiled. He had done it. The hunted had become the hunter. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- This is my first story post here, please give me feedback, be it good or bad. This story copyright (c) 2000 by the author. firstname.lastname@example.org Tweet
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