The weather was cold, rain clouds had cloaked the sky in despair. The music rang out like echoing children. The rain started to trickle down now making me cold. Not feeling safe here I began to run. I ran, and I ran and I ran till I couldn't do it any more. I still wasn't out of the city. I could still hear the songs play. Fell to the ground now feeling safer, even if I wasn't completely satisfied. The clouds grew thicker and then it wasn't much of a sprinkle but now a downpour. This was the best part about living in Washington, but this was hell.
Now soggy and wet I began to waddle off towards my house still so far away. Cars still lined the streets in thick. Bumper to bumper like every day, just no honking or yelling or people. This whole …show more content…
The front doors smashed with In intense sound. A tall metallic person came down down like an Armageddons flame, literally he was on fire. He was screaming as he fell and hit the ground rolling across it. Screaming and screaming and screaming came from him as he spazzed on the ground. I flung myself back landing my hands on the cold counter top.
I could see myself in his visor. The screaming rang in my ears. I froze staring at him while I listened to the now to the awful moaning. The flames burning the were now burning the black Painty off. Peeling, I couldn't tell what was in the air, it was either ash or paint. I swore I made eye contact with him even though I couldn't see them.
His moaning was ended by a quickly with a small gurgle of blood. A hatchet had been flung into his throat. I stood there terrified. Crackling of broken glass, and clinking of chains filled the air. Looking over at the broken glass doors where I had entered and where the dead guard had crashed in, I saw a little boy. Shirtless and shedding chains across his shoulders like two sashes crossing. He had on ripped gray jeans and old ripped conversion high …show more content…
It was no doubt that it was the kid with the axe. The music's was still playing it was on repeat. I dashed towards the stairs and then dashed up them. a small door stood at the top. I didn't even try the handle there wasn't time. So I throw myself at the door breaking it open. The clouds made the darkening skies even darker and rain froze my skin. The rain was in a downpour. On the opposite side of the building there was a fire escape. I sprinted at it and when in reached it there was nothing. The fire escape had broke. I could hardly see the rest of it resting at the bottom of the building. I could hear the door slam open behind me. I flung myself to the wall. He looked at the shadow in all of the rain. Slowly walking towards me with his weapon drawn. I couldn't back up and I had nowhere to run.
" I'm sorry but I can't let anyone know i was here." He came closer until we were eye to lens. He reached to the side of his head and clicked a little button. His lens glew were neon green.
" who are you?" I
Now soggy and wet I began to waddle off towards my house still so far away. Cars still lined the streets in thick. Bumper to bumper like every day, just no honking or yelling or people. This whole …show more content…
The front doors smashed with In intense sound. A tall metallic person came down down like an Armageddons flame, literally he was on fire. He was screaming as he fell and hit the ground rolling across it. Screaming and screaming and screaming came from him as he spazzed on the ground. I flung myself back landing my hands on the cold counter top.
I could see myself in his visor. The screaming rang in my ears. I froze staring at him while I listened to the now to the awful moaning. The flames burning the were now burning the black Painty off. Peeling, I couldn't tell what was in the air, it was either ash or paint. I swore I made eye contact with him even though I couldn't see them.
His moaning was ended by a quickly with a small gurgle of blood. A hatchet had been flung into his throat. I stood there terrified. Crackling of broken glass, and clinking of chains filled the air. Looking over at the broken glass doors where I had entered and where the dead guard had crashed in, I saw a little boy. Shirtless and shedding chains across his shoulders like two sashes crossing. He had on ripped gray jeans and old ripped conversion high …show more content…
It was no doubt that it was the kid with the axe. The music's was still playing it was on repeat. I dashed towards the stairs and then dashed up them. a small door stood at the top. I didn't even try the handle there wasn't time. So I throw myself at the door breaking it open. The clouds made the darkening skies even darker and rain froze my skin. The rain was in a downpour. On the opposite side of the building there was a fire escape. I sprinted at it and when in reached it there was nothing. The fire escape had broke. I could hardly see the rest of it resting at the bottom of the building. I could hear the door slam open behind me. I flung myself to the wall. He looked at the shadow in all of the rain. Slowly walking towards me with his weapon drawn. I couldn't back up and I had nowhere to run.
" I'm sorry but I can't let anyone know i was here." He came closer until we were eye to lens. He reached to the side of his head and clicked a little button. His lens glew were neon green.
" who are you?" I