PAINT

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A boy is transported to a different world. Please read! It's my first short story!

Submitted: July 27, 2017

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I ran through the crowded mall, dodging shoppers and passerby. The stolen candy bar and soda jumped up and down in my pocket. For the first time ever, I had been caught in the act of stealing. Being a kleptomaniac ruled my life.  I could hear a mall cop running behind me, breathing heavily. Me, being young and on the track team, ran with agility and without tiring. I ran up the stairs to the second floor of the building and sprinted down the hall in hopes of finding a way out. Unfortunately, I took a wrong turn and came to a dead end. I was trapped. There were two stores on either side of me. I bolted into the left one, ducking to avoid hitting my head on the low door. As I jogged through the shop, I took in my surroundings to search for a hiding spot. The dusty place was full of mirrors, stained glass windows, and broken shards of glass. I ran into a small room at the back of the store and crouched down to hide from my pursuer. I got behind a huge mirror that was covered in some kind of gray clay. I heard the policeman run into the room and start to search for me.
“Where are you, thief?” He said in his gruff voice. After a minute more of not-so-careful inspection, he left to look elsewhere. I got up and came out of my hiding place, glancing around the cramped, musty room. I saw my pale, long face reflected in every mirror. I went up to the mirror that had kept me safe from getting caught. I reached out and tried to touch it, but my hand went right through into absolute nothingness. I pulled back, shocked. Still puzzling over the mirror, I heard a shout scarily close to me. 
“There you are!” It was Mall Cop. I snapped my head around and saw him charging at me. I backed up quickly, eyes widening as I realized that I was backing up into the Gray Mirror. The policeman stopped in his tracks as he realized that I was disappearing. But an old man appeared behind him just as the back of my head was being absorbed. 
He threw something at me, yelling “Catch it! Fast!” I reached up to grab the object, and just as my eyes was veiled by the mirror, I felt the thing fall into my hand. 
“Call me Lincoln!” he screamed as I fell into the abyss. 
I fell for what seemed like hours. I was surrounded by pure white. I could see nothing. I was alone. Finally, after an eternity of the empty space, I could feel a strong wind rushing past me, and, after managing to turn my body around, I saw the ground approaching rapidly. I put my hands out to soften the impact, screaming 
“Ahhhhhhhh!” 
The ground was soft. No bone breaking impact, no pain at all. It was like falling onto the floor of a bouncy house. I slowly opened my eyes, and saw dozens of people surrounding me, not getting close enough to touch me but close. All these people… were gray. They looked as if they were covered in the same gray clay that the mirror was covered in. Looking around, I saw the buildings were lathered in the clay, but the parts that weren't were just white.  
“Where am I?!” I shouted at the people around me, jumping up from the ground. Everyone flinched and whimpered at the sound of my voice. They were all fixated on something on the ground. I followed their gaze and saw blotches of color, right where I was standing. It was coming from me. Since I was the only colored thing in the world, I was infecting the grayness. 
“Hey!” I heard behind me. I turned around to see yet another cop, this time gray, running toward me. 
“Oh, bother” I mumbled, as I ran through the crowd of people. They parted like the Red Sea. I ran for about five minutes when I finally looked behind me, and saw the trail of vibrant color I was making. I wasn't gonna be able to hide this time. I was exposed. I reached into my pocket for the phone that the man in the shop had given me, and the screen lit up to show me a phone number. I pressed the green dial button, and put it to my ear. After two rings, someone picked up. 
“Lincoln?! Is that you?” someone said, panicked. 
“Yeah yeah, it's me, who is this?” I replied
“I'm the man from the store, are you ok? Have you arrived to the World of White?”
“I'm fine, I'm here, wherever here is, but I'm trapped. I make color marks wherever I go. I can't hide, dude! Tell me what this place is! Please!” I could hear the desperation in my voice. 
“Lincoln, you have been transported to a different world. It's called the World of White. The mirrors in that room that you were hiding in all lead to different worlds, all to which I have been before. This specific world is pure white. But everyone is provided with a clay type material called PAINT. It turns the world gray. Now, that really isn't relevant to the situation right now, but what IS important is getting you out.” 
“And how do I do that?” I was still jogging with the phone pressed against my ear, static making it hard to hear what he was saying.
“Whenever I go to a world, I always need a way out. That phone you hold in your hand will bring you back.”
“What do I need to do?” I asked. 
“You need to get to the highest place in this world.” He replied. 
“And where would that be?” 
“The building right next to where you fell. It's heavily guarded and it won't be easy getting in. The phone will take you back.” 
“And what do I do with the phone once I get up there?” 
“Hold it up and call me. I'll do the rest.” 
“Ok. I'll call you soon, Mr…?”
“Peter. Just call me Peter.” 
“See you soon, Peter.” 
I hung up. I wasn't very far away from the building that I needed to go to. I would just run back the way I came. I started to jog, eager to get to my salvation point. I cut through alleyways, filled with gray garbage, yet still had the rotten stench of my worlds trash. Then, in the middle of a dark alleyway, an idea came to me. 
I needed PAINT. 
It was the only way that I would be able to conceal myself from the gray crowds. I turned the corner and snuck into the closest apartment that I could find. I managed to steal a bucket of PAINT from some random guy, and proceeded to dumped the whole thing on myself, covering the bright colors that radiated off me with the dark, gloomy gray. It felt kind of slimy, not very pleasing, but necessary for what I was about to do. I walked back outside, and sprinted the rest of the way to the building. Getting there, I saw a crowd surrounding police tape, looking at the splotches that I had made. I dodged through them, making my way to the evidently huge building. I made my way through the lobby, managing to make it unnoticed. I got to the gray elevator and pressed the up arrow.
“Excuse me, sir. May I please see your ID?” I heard next to me. I looked at the formally dressed man next to me, holding out his hand to receive my ID. I reached into my pocket, took out my colorful ID and handed it to him. He shrieked as it was placed into his hand. The color went up has arm, and stopped at his shoulder, making him a one colored armed gray man. I bolted to the stairs to the right of the elevator, going up two at a time. The man in the lobby screamed for security, and I heard heavy footed men climbing rapidly up the stairs behind me. I picked up the pace, not knowing how many more floors there were to climb. Getting to the 7th floor, I ran out into the halls of the building, and waited for the elevator, because I couldn't climb any more. The elevator dinged happily, and I walked inside, pushed the top button, and was on my way. 
The elevator doors pulled open, and jogging out onto the roof, I could see that it has started to rain hard. I pulled the phone out of my pocket, and dialed Peters number. He picked up right away. 
“Lincoln! Have you made it up?” He shouted. 
“Yeah, I have, just tell me what to do to get out of here, we don't have much time left!” 
“Ok, here's what you have to do, hold the phone up high into the air, and when I give the signal, hang up the phone. Ok? Do you understand? “
“Yup, got it.” I held the phone as high as I could, waiting for Peter to shout the signal. Then the guards came bursting through the door. 
“Get him!” They shouted. 
I yelled up to the phone “Peter, you better hurry up!” They were coming fast. They began to take out their weapons to restrain me. I had no time. I hung up on Peter, hoping for the best. At that moment, a lightning bolt came flashing down in all its white glory, hitting the phone, and shocking my body. I screamed in the pain that was the fire that was overwhelming my body. The whole world turned black. 
I woke up to see Peter standing over me. He smiled. “Lincoln. It's good to see you back.”
I could see the colors around me, lighting up my world. No more gray, no more World of White. 
I got up from the ground, brushing the dust off of my body. I smiled at Peter.
“I'll be back soon. Thank you.” I said as I shook his hand. I left the store, still trying to process what just went down. I couldn't. So I did what I do best. Stepping into the supermarket, I looked around and took a candy bar.


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