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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 01/20/2013
Trapped
It was another lovely day at the park, clear skies and vivid bright colors shooting out from the setting sun just made it perfect. The freshly cut, low grass was soft, and the blades smooth and green. I didn’t think anything could go wrong, but as if on cue, I heard a BA-BANG sound that shattered the silence of the park, and made the old rusty swing sets groan and moan even louder in the flat wind. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw a black, human shaped figure blow out a match, and then stealthily hide behind a tree, and then, after a couple of seconds, I saw 4 more creep back into the darkness of the trees. I perked up and stood up from the base of the large, healthy maple tree I was sitting on only moments earlier. Maybe, since it was getting late, I should probably head home...or I could stick around and see what the people were up to. As I took a step forward, I saw another figure, yet in black, crouch behind a clump of bushes in the tree area.
A million things were scrambling my brain as I crept closer to the trees. Was I making a big mistake...? I would find out soon enough...right? I ran self-assured towards a tree and hid behind it planning my next move. If I were to catch the figures in black in action, setting the park on fire, or doing what they were going to do, then maybe I could go get help, or even better, stop them myself from the harm they would cause. There were animals in the park that depended on the trees for shelter and food. I couldn’t just let them burn it down, and even more, the black covered people in the trees didn’t look professional, so I kind of figured they were up to no good. Taking a deep breath, I rolled from the tree and managed to hide behind a smaller, skinnier oak, from where my view was better. I looked back to see the park completely empty. The circle clearing was empty of people, the benches in the perimeter of the clearing were unoccupied, and the swing set and play set in the middle of the clearing, were also, empty. But the trees around the clearing were not, that I was positive about, and I was even more determined to find out what they were up to. By now, I was on the edge of the park, about to enter the trees, and I was having second thoughts on returning to the clearing and taking the safe, flag stoned path to the main road and home. But, either way, I would only regret it. If I left now, I would never live the fact down that maybe I could have prevented the damage-to-come, and if I stayed, I would only probably wish I were someplace else, someplace safe.
Rolling from the small oak, I took position on my knees behind a bush and looked over the top, but to see absolutely nothing but darkness and a few blue birds flying here and there. I needed to get deeper and further into the trees to find out what they were up to. I was looking for a place to move to, but I came out empty handed. There was nothing in front of me to provide a hiding spot. Come on, please help me GOD, I need your help more than ever now...please?!
I was pretty sure that my wish might have come true if it hadn’t been for the sneaky black covered fire starters in the trees. Before I had realized what was happening, a large, black gloved hand had covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream and then a brown, rough duffle bag was pushed down on my face and then over my neck where it was tightened. I couldn’t scream on the outside, but on the inside, my vocal cords were dying of agony from the stress I was inserting on them.
I felt myself being lifted from the ground in to the air and being carried to a vehicle with a roaring motor. Through the tiny holes in the bag, I could make out a black Hyundai Geneses parked on the curb of the flag stoned path, where I should have gone right away from the start, I thought bitterly. Where were these people taking me? If they were that dangerous in the trees, how dangerous would they be to me? Right at that moment, I was experiencing allot of emotions I had never felt all at once prior to right now. One of the emotions I felt strongly was regret, mixed in with anger, sadness, hurt, stupidity, and a strong temptation of getting revenge. I brace myself for what comes next, because I know what comes next will probably be worse then what was happening now. I felt myself being pushed into the back trunk of a car, and I screamed through the bag, as loud as I could, and as expected, I felt a hard object come down hard on the back of my neck...and then...Nothing! Blackness!
Where I woke up was a mystery to me. I had no Idea where I was. It sure smelt bad...like a basement. Yes! It definitely smelled like a rotten basement. I could smell the rotted, wet wood, the peeling paint on the walls (that I couldn’t really see because it was really dark) garbage, dirt, decay and puke. The smell of puke was the strongest, and it made me want to puke myself. This was the worst thing ever. I hated being trapped! What made it worse was the sound of creaking stairs that filled the room. –Groan-Creak-Groan... It sent endless shivers up my spine.
I looked around and saw nothing. My arms weren’t bound and neither were my legs, so I reached out and grabbed a hold of something-cold, soft and wet-and heaved myself out of the puddle of water I had been pushed into. If only I could find the light switch. I took a step in the darkness fearing stepping on a bug, or on something sharp. I felt that at any moment, I would be stabbed in the back with a knife...as if I was being watched. And finally, at last, I reached something soft and solid-a wall- and I leaned against it and was glad to smell plaster and glue, and not puke and dirt. I breathed deeply to remain calm, and to not panic, and it seemed to have a tiny affect on me. The wall was smooth and I rested on it, trying to grow accustomed to the dark.
It took some time, but I finally managed, and with my dark vision sight, I spotted a small, chipped bucket with dirty dripping water in one corner of the square basement, a dead rat in the middle of the room, a dirty, sopping wet coat hanging on a coat hanger alongside a bench laid with knives and guns, which I figured to be fake, plastic and unloaded. The floor of the basement was an uneven grey cement floor and it had potholes in it, where water had gathered up. The corner of the walls had green and black blobs of slimy moss scrunched in them, and everywhere I went, there would be a sickly translucent layer of a white membrane on everything. The basement had no windows, just a door, and a bunch of dirty, old knick knacks lying here and there. I felt sick to my stomach. I really wanted- and needed- to puke out all my disgust.
Where was I exactly...other then in a basement, I knew that much, but where was the basement, 2 miles from where I lived, 20...200...2000 miles? I panicked, and I think the fear brought a new burst of energy to me. I had to get out of this stuffy place! I stumbled to the bench and picked up a knife from its long, wooden, carved handle, and sniffed the point of the blade; just in case it was poisoned. It wasn’t, and all it smelt like was rusty, old metal. I took the knife and brought it to the door, which was to the right of the coat hanger. I took the knife, and used my wood work skills to carve around the perimeter of the rotted wooden door and loosen the nails and pull open the door. Sure it took a while, but it was worth it, for after an hour or two, the last tiny, silver, metal nail clambered to the cement floor with a soft thump, and the soft, rotted door clasped on to the floor sending rivulets of water from a pothole splashing all around. I clearly avoided the water drops, and stepped over the smashed door with my eyes closed, ready to expect the worst-or the best.
A bright light swept into the room. The air that hit me was warm, and old, like I had expected. It was the middle of summer. I smiled. This was too good to be true, and it was. When I stepped out of the basement and opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t in the outside open, I was in a hallway, and then I realized I was at the heart of a crumbling, old labyrinth with moss all over everything. I looked down the hallway and saw it stretched on forever, and sections of it branched off into other endless hallways, and those branched off in to other hallways and so on. Out of nowhere, I groaned, feeling miserable. If I had felt trapped in the “Basement”, the feeling I had now...couldn’t even compare.
Trapped(Misbah Noor)
Trapped
It was another lovely day at the park, clear skies and vivid bright colors shooting out from the setting sun just made it perfect. The freshly cut, low grass was soft, and the blades smooth and green. I didn’t think anything could go wrong, but as if on cue, I heard a BA-BANG sound that shattered the silence of the park, and made the old rusty swing sets groan and moan even louder in the flat wind. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw a black, human shaped figure blow out a match, and then stealthily hide behind a tree, and then, after a couple of seconds, I saw 4 more creep back into the darkness of the trees. I perked up and stood up from the base of the large, healthy maple tree I was sitting on only moments earlier. Maybe, since it was getting late, I should probably head home...or I could stick around and see what the people were up to. As I took a step forward, I saw another figure, yet in black, crouch behind a clump of bushes in the tree area.
A million things were scrambling my brain as I crept closer to the trees. Was I making a big mistake...? I would find out soon enough...right? I ran self-assured towards a tree and hid behind it planning my next move. If I were to catch the figures in black in action, setting the park on fire, or doing what they were going to do, then maybe I could go get help, or even better, stop them myself from the harm they would cause. There were animals in the park that depended on the trees for shelter and food. I couldn’t just let them burn it down, and even more, the black covered people in the trees didn’t look professional, so I kind of figured they were up to no good. Taking a deep breath, I rolled from the tree and managed to hide behind a smaller, skinnier oak, from where my view was better. I looked back to see the park completely empty. The circle clearing was empty of people, the benches in the perimeter of the clearing were unoccupied, and the swing set and play set in the middle of the clearing, were also, empty. But the trees around the clearing were not, that I was positive about, and I was even more determined to find out what they were up to. By now, I was on the edge of the park, about to enter the trees, and I was having second thoughts on returning to the clearing and taking the safe, flag stoned path to the main road and home. But, either way, I would only regret it. If I left now, I would never live the fact down that maybe I could have prevented the damage-to-come, and if I stayed, I would only probably wish I were someplace else, someplace safe.
Rolling from the small oak, I took position on my knees behind a bush and looked over the top, but to see absolutely nothing but darkness and a few blue birds flying here and there. I needed to get deeper and further into the trees to find out what they were up to. I was looking for a place to move to, but I came out empty handed. There was nothing in front of me to provide a hiding spot. Come on, please help me GOD, I need your help more than ever now...please?!
I was pretty sure that my wish might have come true if it hadn’t been for the sneaky black covered fire starters in the trees. Before I had realized what was happening, a large, black gloved hand had covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream and then a brown, rough duffle bag was pushed down on my face and then over my neck where it was tightened. I couldn’t scream on the outside, but on the inside, my vocal cords were dying of agony from the stress I was inserting on them.
I felt myself being lifted from the ground in to the air and being carried to a vehicle with a roaring motor. Through the tiny holes in the bag, I could make out a black Hyundai Geneses parked on the curb of the flag stoned path, where I should have gone right away from the start, I thought bitterly. Where were these people taking me? If they were that dangerous in the trees, how dangerous would they be to me? Right at that moment, I was experiencing allot of emotions I had never felt all at once prior to right now. One of the emotions I felt strongly was regret, mixed in with anger, sadness, hurt, stupidity, and a strong temptation of getting revenge. I brace myself for what comes next, because I know what comes next will probably be worse then what was happening now. I felt myself being pushed into the back trunk of a car, and I screamed through the bag, as loud as I could, and as expected, I felt a hard object come down hard on the back of my neck...and then...Nothing! Blackness!
Where I woke up was a mystery to me. I had no Idea where I was. It sure smelt bad...like a basement. Yes! It definitely smelled like a rotten basement. I could smell the rotted, wet wood, the peeling paint on the walls (that I couldn’t really see because it was really dark) garbage, dirt, decay and puke. The smell of puke was the strongest, and it made me want to puke myself. This was the worst thing ever. I hated being trapped! What made it worse was the sound of creaking stairs that filled the room. –Groan-Creak-Groan... It sent endless shivers up my spine.
I looked around and saw nothing. My arms weren’t bound and neither were my legs, so I reached out and grabbed a hold of something-cold, soft and wet-and heaved myself out of the puddle of water I had been pushed into. If only I could find the light switch. I took a step in the darkness fearing stepping on a bug, or on something sharp. I felt that at any moment, I would be stabbed in the back with a knife...as if I was being watched. And finally, at last, I reached something soft and solid-a wall- and I leaned against it and was glad to smell plaster and glue, and not puke and dirt. I breathed deeply to remain calm, and to not panic, and it seemed to have a tiny affect on me. The wall was smooth and I rested on it, trying to grow accustomed to the dark.
It took some time, but I finally managed, and with my dark vision sight, I spotted a small, chipped bucket with dirty dripping water in one corner of the square basement, a dead rat in the middle of the room, a dirty, sopping wet coat hanging on a coat hanger alongside a bench laid with knives and guns, which I figured to be fake, plastic and unloaded. The floor of the basement was an uneven grey cement floor and it had potholes in it, where water had gathered up. The corner of the walls had green and black blobs of slimy moss scrunched in them, and everywhere I went, there would be a sickly translucent layer of a white membrane on everything. The basement had no windows, just a door, and a bunch of dirty, old knick knacks lying here and there. I felt sick to my stomach. I really wanted- and needed- to puke out all my disgust.
Where was I exactly...other then in a basement, I knew that much, but where was the basement, 2 miles from where I lived, 20...200...2000 miles? I panicked, and I think the fear brought a new burst of energy to me. I had to get out of this stuffy place! I stumbled to the bench and picked up a knife from its long, wooden, carved handle, and sniffed the point of the blade; just in case it was poisoned. It wasn’t, and all it smelt like was rusty, old metal. I took the knife and brought it to the door, which was to the right of the coat hanger. I took the knife, and used my wood work skills to carve around the perimeter of the rotted wooden door and loosen the nails and pull open the door. Sure it took a while, but it was worth it, for after an hour or two, the last tiny, silver, metal nail clambered to the cement floor with a soft thump, and the soft, rotted door clasped on to the floor sending rivulets of water from a pothole splashing all around. I clearly avoided the water drops, and stepped over the smashed door with my eyes closed, ready to expect the worst-or the best.
A bright light swept into the room. The air that hit me was warm, and old, like I had expected. It was the middle of summer. I smiled. This was too good to be true, and it was. When I stepped out of the basement and opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t in the outside open, I was in a hallway, and then I realized I was at the heart of a crumbling, old labyrinth with moss all over everything. I looked down the hallway and saw it stretched on forever, and sections of it branched off into other endless hallways, and those branched off in to other hallways and so on. Out of nowhere, I groaned, feeling miserable. If I had felt trapped in the “Basement”, the feeling I had now...couldn’t even compare.
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