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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 12:56:59 GMT
The heat of the sun beating down against my body is a sensation that is physcially draining but at the same time such a releif. The clear air Im breathing in is giving me more hope than I ever would of had before... I move to my right very slightly, to see wether he's behind me anywhere..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 13:01:48 GMT
I make myself as small as possible, pulling my legs up and putting my head down on my knees. I do it automatically, as I have done all the time that I've been living within the darkness. It's a need to disappear, to shrink away and be safe from the world. Every part of me is shaking. My body, my hands.. I tremble all over. Because I'm scared to death. I'm afraid that theyll find me and I'm afraid to be free. I'm afraid of facing the guards and I'm also afraid of facing the world. I'm lost, and I simply don't know what to do but to sit and try to disappear.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 13:12:20 GMT
I Watch the horizon again before slowly I gather the strength to stand.
I can't wait around for him much longer. I start with a slow pace, heading for the distance.. and the world - I dont know which way is north or south but at this moment it dosnt matter to me at all. I feel bad that Jack fell behind, but there was little life left in that man anyway.. and as hard as I could of tried he probably would never of become a human again anyway - those guards had f;cked with his brain and there was obviously no reversing that..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 13:23:57 GMT
Eventually my breathing slows down, and I sit silently. I'm cold, but sweating like a pig. I know that I have to get moving if I don't want them to catch me. I don't know where the girl went, but I hope she's alright. I won't go back for her if she isn't.
Through the whirlwind of my thoughts, I try to put things in perspective.
My name's Jack.
I've been a prisoner of a Chinese Prison for as long as I remember.
I speak English, not Chinese.
I'm Jack and I don't have a last name.
I don't know where I come from.
Or where to go.
But I escaped.
I escaped.
I escaped.
Those last two words repeat themselves in my mind over and over again, until I'm strong enough to stand. I feel dizzy and tired, but I'm standing cos I escaped, and I must get a move on.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 13:30:42 GMT
It seems that hours have past now.. Im still walking, undisturbed by any guards so far. I guess they dont go out at this time.. and I can see why. The ground is burning and so is my skin. The grass of the ground is bleak and dying.. and the trees I pass are bare. My legs come to a stop, though.. when I see what could be a village ahead.
So there is life here.
I stand to re-gather myself before continuing.. I know I should try to keep out of the way as much as possible. I need something to cover myself with to hide my western looks and light hair. There's no knowing in how these people will react if they find me out..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 13:38:58 GMT
It takes me ages to decide what way to go. I walk for a long time without finding anything on the way, untill eventually I stumble upon a sandy path. I can see the trails of wagons that passed over it, and even the footprints of horses or another animal. Whatever it is, it means life, and life might mean redemption. I'm willing to take my chances, and I start to walk along the side of the path that leads into the distance. But the sun is beating down on me, and the exhaustion is getting the best of me. I'm not wearing shoes and the soles of my feet are cut and hurting. My muscles ache in protest, and my lips crack with the dryness. But I must keep going. Must.. keep..
The darkness sweeps over me without warning, and as I collapse onto the earth, the last thing I know is the rattling of a carriage in the distance..
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 13:45:51 GMT
I get to the village.. Everyones inside here too... so it should be easy enough to find myself a sheet to use a cloak. The first place I get to is a farm on the outskirts of the village. There's a few cows in a feild.. so thin you can see there bones.. and crops, dying out in the sunlight. Something makes me think that this isnt a good time of year for the village. But that is soon swept out of my thoughts again when I notice washing line, tied on the branches of two trees.
My feet are stinging.. but I can manage to move them a little further towards it. I keep my eyes on the house, to look out for any movement..
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 13:58:12 GMT
I'm half concious as I hear the rattling of the carriage become louder and louder, and then suddenly coming to a stop. I hear someone saying something to another person, and a mumbling reply. I can't tell what they're saying though. I don't understand their language. Wary as I am, I try and open my eyes, but the exhaustion is too much and I can only do so for half a second. Two faces are hovering over me. Old faces. An old, wrinkly and worn out man, and a chubby old woman. The woman seems to hold a look of compassion, the man just seems suspicious. My eyes slide shut again and the voices become dim, as I slip back into the darkness.
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Post by Daz on Sept 3, 2006 14:11:24 GMT
I look up at the sheets and shirts... My weary hand reaches out of take one down and I cover myself with it as fast as I can before retreating back again, away from the house.
And as I do I see a carriage hurling along the road in the distance. I freeze and limp quickly to the back of the house to hide behind its walls.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 3, 2006 14:15:58 GMT
I'm still unconcious by the time that the carriage comes to a stop, which is in front of the house Crystal's hiding near to. The farmer and his wife descend from the carriage and the farmer calls for his sons to come and help with getting me inside. I'm unaware of anything that happens of course.
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