A machine. A machine with tubes and bits of melted metal. Those were the first things I saw when I opened my eyes. The greenish smoke made my vision blurry. As I wobbled around it seemed to me that I was in a burning building. I ran outside only to realize that it was freezing cold and that I was at the summit of a snowy mountain. I was trying to walk down the mountain slopes in the hope of finding a nearby village when my head felt dizzy, and I fainted.
When I awoke for the second time, I could not remember what had happened. I looked around and noticed a buff, red-haired man sitting on a stool as he peeled potatoes next to the bed I was in. He saw me awake and told me, “Hi there, young chap! I found you on that mountain three hours ago. You were sleeping in snow. Oh, and by the way my name is Joco. Where do you come from?” I couldn’t answer. Where was I from?
“Hey, did you hear? The nuclear plant exploded yesterday, on the mountain!”
“Oh yes, I’ve heard of it! Quite odd, the plant was supposed to be nicely isolated, and with extremely good security.”
“I thought that as well. What triggered it?”
“Well, I was told that the butcher was told that Tolkien was told that…” This was the kind of conversation I overheard in Buckby Village. As I explored the town’s little alleyways and people, many people asked me who I was, what I had come for.
I wasn’t very comfortable with all of these new people. I don’t recall ever living with anyone, actually. All I do remember from before I woke up is the sensation of floating in thick water, my skin tingling pleasantly, as muffled voices talked around me.
Luckily, I had Joco for comfort. He let me stay in his little cabin with his dog Molar. I didn’t remember having or living in any kind of building, so I did my best to help him out. I learned how to cook and how to correctly get rid of bugs that like to burrow everywhere (ugh, I hate those). I wished that things would never change.
One night, I heard a crash of glass in the kitchen of Joco’s house. I ran down the stairs to find Joco spread on the ground, dead, with Nutella on his hands and in his mouth. I looked around and saw a man in black, who shouted, “The experiment! He’s here!” Then he whipped out a gun from his pocket and shot at me in the leg.
“Gah!” I yelled. Despite the pain, I ran as fast as I could toward the back door and jumped out into freezing cold. A dozen of other armed men were outside, waiting for me. I climbed up a ladder Joco had left outside and ran onto the roof, hopping from house to house. At last, I stopped and I looked back. No one was chasing me. I slid off the house I was on and, when I landed onto the road, I heard some barking. Ratdogs! I should have known that my assailants would have those! Ratdogs are creatures that are bred for manhunts. They look like a big dogs with huge canines and a long rat-like tail. I had seen some in the sewers of Buckby Villages, and I did not want to see them again.
I ran down a narrow street. I could hear the barking getting closer and closer; hoping to find a hiding spot, I slipped into an alleyway and hid behind a trashcan. Suddenly, I felt a tail on my shoulder. I looked up: a huge ratdog was staring at me with his glassy red eyes. It let out an angry growl, and some men in black ran to me, guns held in front of them.
A man, bigger than the others, came to me. ”Ah, here you are,” he chuckled. “You committed a serious crime.” He must be the bellwether.
“Me, a crime?” I croaked with fear.
“Ah, of course you don’t know. Have you ever seen this?”
He handed me a picture of a burnt building. A burnt building…
Suddenly, I remembered: I was running out of a building on fire…
“I’ve seen this before,” I exhaled apprehensively.
“Ah, see!” he cackled. ”Don’t you understand? That building is the nuclear plant that exploded... and you caused it! You are a failed experiment. You killed all the scientists when your artificial-man-making tank exploded. And, sadly, this crime is only punishable by death.
“Kill him,” he ordered, and the ratdog's tail slipped into my mouth and into my throat. My lungs craved oxygen. I vainly gasped for air. He was torturing me. Then the jaw of the ratdog opened widely in front of my nose and…
This is a text i wrote a while back.(was 12) Hope u enjoyed!
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