25 April 2012
Uhuru. I shout the word over and over in my head. Uhuru. Uhuru. Uhuru!
I look at Amy. Blood is running over her whole body. I can't see a speck of her silken brown fur under the crimson blanket.
Mr. Sharp extends his claw and puts it under my chin. He lifts, forcing my head up. He makes me stare into his cold, heartless eyes, a flash of the darkest black in a rad blaze of fire.
He licks his lips, he looks satisfied with his revenge. "String them to a tree, they can rot for a couple of days." Well, maybe not quite satisfied.
Two strong pairs of hands grapple me against an old oak. There's no need to bother, after my treatment I hardly have enough energy to breathe, let alone resist.
Mr. Sharp strolls away, taking a fat cigar out of his pocket.
I slump to my knees. I wait for a sunrise and sunset and another sunrise. I'm fit to die. My vision becomes hazy and distorted.
I see a streak of white flashes across my sight. Then again, but the flash is bigger. It takes me almost ten seconds to realise this means it's getting closer.
Adrenaline pumps through my body. I look upwards. Just in time to see a man in a white suit wield a knife in front of my face.
Uhuru - Chapter Two • Opuss № I