I thought it was time for some Flash Fiction. This is pretty raw – no editing whatsoever. I’m also pretty tired as it’s been a long week for me so this isn’t really up to standard. I apologise but hope you enjoy it nevertheless. I’ll revise this sometime. Another week. When I’m far more alert. 😆
I remember the last time we ended up like that. There were three of us then. Three careless twelve-year olds. We didn’t know of the dangers that awaited us. That people looked to kill us. That we were hunted.
I closed my eyes, remembering the day that I heard Jake’s piercing scream. I remembered running into the forests with Gary, hand in hand, searching for our friend. I remembered finding him, pinned to a tree by a spear that had travelled straight through his cold, dead body.
I often doubted our sense, sneaking back into the woods to hunt. That’s until I remembered that we had to survive somehow. With no family remaining, it was hard for two sixteen year olds to survive without being killed.
Why us? That was a question I often asked myself. But I knew the answer only too well.
We had gifts unlike any others. Extreme intelligence, agility, stealth, survival and deductive skills and a good logic. Gary had recently shown me that we could take it one step forward. He had developed our first power through sheer concentration and perseverance. X-Ray vision.
They wanted us dead. They were only known as the Hunters – a group of six men who want to destroy our ‘species’. Their logic behind doing so? That still remains a mystery to all.
I opened my eyes as Gary tightened the bandage around my wounded arm. I cried out in pain.
“Don’t worry honey, focus on something else.” My best friend smiled reassuringly. “Leave me to take care of your injuries.”
I forced myself to smile, wanted Gary to understand that I appreciated the help that he provided.
I obeyed his instruction to focus on something else. I began to focus on the berry bush roughly five metres away from where we sat. That’s until…
Crunch. Someone was coming. I shot Gary a look, petrified. He shoved his bag into my lap and carried me behind a tree. Not that a tree would help if it were the Hunters out there.
“Wait there…” Gary whispered.
“No!” I pleaded, reaching out to him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” He didn’t look to sure. “Everything you need to survive is in that bag if I don’t.” he gestured towards his bag.
I was exhausted. A long day of hunting had left me wounded and tired. I had no energy to plead further and so I decided to trust him – he would be perfectly fine.
Gary left me as he scurried into the clearing.
I never saw him again.
I sit here now and I remember how I heard the gun shot. How I knew I was alone. My best friends were gone – murdered by the Hunters who still look for me now and I know that it was the right decision to come here. To come to London where I can sell my book. The story of how three kids were hunted. Only one survived.