LJ Idol: Week 6
Apr. 28th, 2022 12:13 pmThe theme this week is Pursuit. This one is in the same time as the entry from week 4. 388 words.
This is how it started, or at least how he thinks it started. With a pursuit through the woods and fire all around him. But it wasn't actually him. He knew that logically but that didn't stop the fear from coursing through his body as he ran.
"Get him! Go around to the south and cut him off!" a harsh voice yelled behind him.
They were too close. He could almost feel them breathing down his back, but he knew that wasn't possible otherwise he would have already been captured.
Turning to the northeast, he continued to run. He could hear that a majority of those after him were already splitting off to the south, but he still had some following him.
"It was a false trail!" he heard another harsh voice yell. "We're heading your way!"
He didn't know how he could hear it because the ones after him had gone eerily silent with the exception of an occasional leaf or twig being crunched under boots.
Out of nowhere he was forcefully lifted off the ground and slammed into a large tree against his back.
Stiles gasped awake, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He looked around and he wasn't outside. He wasn't in the woods. After a few moments of looking around at his surroundings, he heard the jiggling of the doorknob and muffled voices.
"Wnuk, otwórz drzwi. Wpuść mnie, żebym cię sprawdziła." Grandson, unlock the door. Let me in to check on you.
Stiles recognized the voice and relaxed.
The door finally opened and a wisened old man walked in and went right to the bed. Aleksandr Zagovory.
"Dziadek...," Grandpa. Stiles said as he fell into his grandfather's embrace.
"Hej, co to jest? Jesteś w porządku." Hey, what is this? You're okay. Aleksandr replied as he hugged his grandson tighter.
Stiles gasped and Aleksandr quickly let go, "What? What is it? You're in pain." With a flick of his wrist, the room was lit with a soft glow, just enough to see their surroundings.
"It was horrible," Stiles shakily began, "I was being chased, but it wasn't me...then I was slammed into a tree along my back."
Aleksandr moved on the bed and motioned for Stiles to turn so that he could check his back. With a wince, Stiles did as he was expected. His entire back, from his neck to the top of his sleep pants was a giant bruise.
This is how it started, or at least how he thinks it started. With a pursuit through the woods and fire all around him. But it wasn't actually him. He knew that logically but that didn't stop the fear from coursing through his body as he ran.
"Get him! Go around to the south and cut him off!" a harsh voice yelled behind him.
They were too close. He could almost feel them breathing down his back, but he knew that wasn't possible otherwise he would have already been captured.
Turning to the northeast, he continued to run. He could hear that a majority of those after him were already splitting off to the south, but he still had some following him.
"It was a false trail!" he heard another harsh voice yell. "We're heading your way!"
He didn't know how he could hear it because the ones after him had gone eerily silent with the exception of an occasional leaf or twig being crunched under boots.
Out of nowhere he was forcefully lifted off the ground and slammed into a large tree against his back.
Stiles gasped awake, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He looked around and he wasn't outside. He wasn't in the woods. After a few moments of looking around at his surroundings, he heard the jiggling of the doorknob and muffled voices.
"Wnuk, otwórz drzwi. Wpuść mnie, żebym cię sprawdziła." Grandson, unlock the door. Let me in to check on you.
Stiles recognized the voice and relaxed.
The door finally opened and a wisened old man walked in and went right to the bed. Aleksandr Zagovory.
"Dziadek...," Grandpa. Stiles said as he fell into his grandfather's embrace.
"Hej, co to jest? Jesteś w porządku." Hey, what is this? You're okay. Aleksandr replied as he hugged his grandson tighter.
Stiles gasped and Aleksandr quickly let go, "What? What is it? You're in pain." With a flick of his wrist, the room was lit with a soft glow, just enough to see their surroundings.
"It was horrible," Stiles shakily began, "I was being chased, but it wasn't me...then I was slammed into a tree along my back."
Aleksandr moved on the bed and motioned for Stiles to turn so that he could check his back. With a wince, Stiles did as he was expected. His entire back, from his neck to the top of his sleep pants was a giant bruise.