June 3, 2008 at 5:55 pm | Posted in friends, slacker, stories | 2 Comments
not that i dont think Janna kicks butt, but my great american novel has come to a screeching halt.
yeah, i think you will probably have to supply the rest of the story with your imaginations.
SO. my friend wrote a story, and it is really good! it is pretty long, so i will give it to you in at least four sections.
Ouch! Justin grunted as he skidded around the corner and ran into a broken fence.
He ignore the hot blood pouring from his knee as he ran on, down the empty, silent, dark streets. It was chilly, and the air smelled faintly of damp leaves and smoke. Justin slipped again on a pile of discarded, lifeless leaves.
He landed face down in the gutter and his nose started to spurt blood.
With one hand cupped over his small nose he sprinted to the end of the street and met an oak tree. It had a thick trunk with chestnut colored bark. Three giant limbs spread out from the tree. Justin lifted himself up into the tree. The bark was rough and peeling. Now that he in the tree he hoisted himself up onto one of the limps, where the tree created a semi- flat surface. The spot was obscured by branches, but Justin knew the dark would hide him too.
The sound of heavy foot falls awoke Justin from his thoughts. He held his breath. His heart started to race and his stomach tightened. There, silhouetted in the dim moon light stood a man. His face was lined and his blonde hair was streaked with gray. A black cloak was slung over his back. The material looked rough and scratchy.
Justin was too scared to breathe. He closed his eyes. The man raised a lantern and surveyed the road. The lantern light flew over Justin’s tree and didn’t catch him. It passed over the gutter that was lined with blood. The man dashed over to examine it.
As quietly as he could Justin eased himself over so that he could reach out and touch the tree that stood next too him. He slid over to the tree, making not a sound.
The man followed the blood, right to the base of the tree where Justin had been sitting a few minutes ago. He examined the tree very thoroughly, and when he found that no one was in it, he moved down the road.
Justin decided it would be too risky to move yet, so he found a comfortable spot on the tree, leaned his head back against the trunk and closed his eyes.
The first rays of sunlight flickered in through the trees, startling Justin. He sat up and bashed his head against the tree. He ran a hand over his nose and mouth. They were both caked in dried blood.
On further inspection so was his knee and most of his left pant leg.
He tried to sit up, but got too dizzy.
Justin’s head lolled back against the tree and smack against the trunk again. Before Justin knew it, everything went black.
This time, it was no the sunlight that awoke Justin, but it was the silvery moon beams that drifted down from the heavens like snow.
All Justin could think of was how hungry he was.
His stomach moaned and groaned.
He was getting dizzy.
I gotta find help! Justin decided.
There was only one place he could get help from. Jasper. Justin studied the road that he was on. If he wasnt seeing things, Jasper’s house wasn’t too far from here.
He pulled the silver knife with the golden jewel from his belt and slashed a sturdy limb off of the tree.
He propped himself up with it and ran up the street as fast as he could.
When the dirt road forked, Justin took the left path and hobbled down it. At the end of that street, he could see a gigantic red brick house. It was about three floors high with a circular drive.
Along the left wall a terrace stood. It looked like it would be Justin’s only way in.
He limped over to the terrace and carefully started to climb. Once he reached a window he tentatively tapped on the glass. It was so fogged up he could see much of what was inside.
He banged on it harder and it opened up.
Standing in front of him was a boy with shaggy brown hair. He was about six feet tall and wore a white smock, smeared with dirt. His face was plain, with thick brown eye brows. His brown eyes were puffy. He looked exhausted, but no where near as bad as Justin.
Oh my bleeding, eck! he exclaimed, What are you doing ‘ere?
Long story, groaned Justin, Just, well, I haven’t eaten in a while, and I’m exhausted.
Oh, right, come in, the boy said as he slid the window open all the way.
Justin dropped to the floor and his knees buckled.
His vision went fuzzy. The boy passed him a cup of water. Justin swallowed it in one gulp.
His head started to clear.
Why are you covered in blood? the boy asked.
Am I? asked Justin.
’Ere, I’ll get it, the boy volunteered.
He grabbed a white towel and a basin of water that sat on table next to the desk. He immersed the towel in water and scrubbed at the blood on Justin’s face and knee.
Justin’s vision was clearing. He could see a walnut colored bed with a chest of drawers next to it. Across from there was a shelf of books. The floor and walls were wooden and bare, and very, very hard. The room smelled like cooked carrots and baking bread.
You got any food? Justin asked.
Yeah, when was the last time you ate? the boy asked.
I don’t remember, come on Jasper, I’m starving! begged Justin.
Okay, okay I’m going, just stay here, it’ll make both of our lives easier, Jasper pleaded.
Justin nodded and took the towel from Jasper. He scrubbed at his face rigorously. Jasper got up and walked over to the door. He eased it open carefully, so that it wouldn’t squeak.
Most of the blood had come off, and Justin was so exhausted that he could hardly move. His head throbbed from when he had hit it against the tree. His nose felt like it was broken. He tested it gingerly with his fingers. Not broken, but almost.
Justin keeled over and shut his eyes.
Someone was shaking him on the shoulder. It was Jasper. He had returned with a bowl of hot porridge and some crispy bacon.
He passed Justin the plain bowl and a silver spoon. Without being invited Justin gobbled the food. The steaming porridge heated him up like fire heats water. The bacon was perfect. Nice and crunchy, but not burned and no fat. It tasted delectable.
What time is it? Justin asked Jasper after his third mouthful of porridge.
Just after breakfast, when I came back up you were asleep, so I decided to wait until morning when I could get you something hot. Jasper explained.
Justins mouth was full of porridge, so he responded with a grunt.
Once he finished Jasper demanded an explanation.
Okay, first of all, why are you here, where have you been, and why were you covered in blood? demanded Jasper.
Well it all started like any normal day, Justin began, I got in another fight with my dad. I don’t totally remember what it was about, but I told him I was going to run away. I meant it too. So, when I had everything I thought I needed put together, I thought I would play a little joke on him as a good-bye present. I took his most prized procession along with me. His hunting knife, with the little gold jewel in it. I got the knife, but then he came back in. Well, he got really mad and pulled out his machete type thing and started advancing. Well, I knew if I didn’t get out of there I’d be toast, so I ran for it. I ran into a broken fence and split my knee. Then I slipped on some leaves and almost broke my nose. I hid in a tree, and fell asleep, but when I woke up I think I passed out. When I woke up again, I knew I needed to find help, so I came here.
Jasper sat in stunned silence.
Justin just waited for him to say something.
Well that explains a lot muttered Jasper.
Why? asked Justin.
I went over to go and see if you were home. No one was there. You dad left a note on the door that said he was gone on business away from the city. I figured you went with him, but on my way back home I found this. Jasper explained, as he extracted a piece of folded parchment from his pocket.
He passed it Justin who looked it over. He was staring at a portrait of himself. It was a pretty bad copy of the one that hung in Justin’s old room, but he could tell that it was himself.
Under the picture were a few lines of messy writing. They looked a bit like his fathers handwriting. Justin leaned closer to the paper to decipher the writing.
It read:
Have you seen this boy? Dangerous killer. Goes under the alias of Justin Eelie. May attack at any moment. If you see him, contact Kagen Eelie, who is out of this city. So, it is probably a better idea to contact the local law enforcers. Beware! This boy may look harmless, but he is dangerous.
