What happened to the boy!?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Part of a short story not sure where it would fit in but I was free writing, so it was the first thing that came to mind!

Submitted: April 16, 2011

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The dark clouds outside began to clear and bright sunlight leaked in through the window high above the ground. It light up a room with just the one window and one door that was high above his head with the remnants on ancient stair leading up to it but they stopped long before the actual door. Inside stood a boy with dark hair and a dirty face but there was something else, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. There was no chance of him reaching the window high above his head and there was no apparent way to the door which he vaguely remembered being lowered into before any rope was taken back through. The boy had clearly been there for a while as his clothes were creased and slightly dirty and his hair was lank and sticking to his face. The storm left a heavy heat in the room and now that the sun was beginning to shine the room began to heat up. Still the boy stood there the hope never fadin from his eyes. He looked up to the window, to the ground, and then all around the room. There was clearly no way out, but he did not panic. He seemed accustomed to being in such unusual circumstances and slowly sat down and he whispered to himself, \"Don't panic, just think.\" his mind wandered, the clogs turned in his mind searching for answers. It didn't matter how he came to be here, what really mattered was how he was going to get out. He could barely remember what has happened merely a few days before, it was a vague memory in his mind. He remembered being dragged from his bed in the hotel and being questioned by strange men. But he would always remember that face. A face that made his skin crawl and his stomach twist with pure hatred. The whispy grey hair and his face, the wrinkled skin that seemed to be loosely draped over the skull beneath would haunt his nightmares forever. He would never rest until that man got what he deserved. Although he tried to focus his mind on escaping the image of the man came back to him very time. He stood up suddenly. He knew he was in a very old church and he realised how stupid he had been. It must have been built or at least adapted for priests during times when they had been exiled from society, so that they could escape if anyone came looking. \"A priest hole. That's all I need to find!\" he knew that there was a slim change that any possible escape root had been blocked but there was no other way. He went to the walls and searched them all. Brick by brick, hour by hour. The hope began to fade in his eyes but he knew he could still search the floor. He began to crawl on his knees across every inch of the dusty floor until he came across a section that didn't fit. He bricks were a different colour and were noticeably different foe the rest. He stood up his weary muscles would barely hold up his large frame and his knees and palms had begun to bleed and sting but he barely noticed it all that he could feel now was relief. The relief grew as he pulled up a brick and beneath was a hollow shaft. \"this is it\" he cried as a single tear fell from his bloodshot eye, \"this is my way out!\" he pulled at the rest of the bricks until there was a hole just big enough for him to get through. His starved body was comsideray slimmer than when he had first arrived, which at this point came as an advantage as the shaft was tiny. He managed to keep his footin down some jagged ston stairs and with no light he made it to the bottom. In front of him the ground was uneven but there were no stairs and he warily made his way forward. He felt as though he was walking slightly uphill although he could barely tell on his tired legs. He walked for at least 30 minutes before he felt a breeze on his face and he saw a dot of light ahead. Relief turned into joy as he ran towards the light and burst out into an open field. He turned behind him and a few miles behind him he could see the church he had escapes from. He had no idea where he was and there were no visible signs of any people. The only thing that was o. His mind now was to find a place to sleep for the night and then tomorrow find that man and kill him, nothing else mattered now. He knew nobody at the orphanage would realise he was gone, even if they did they would assume he had run away and everyone at 'the agency' as he called it would assume that he was dead, which wouldn't matter to them as no one was going to go to them and ask about him. They had often sen him away on little missions, he usually just had to collect information or just watch out for anything suspicious. This time je had gotten in deeper than he could have imagined. They had told him that this time he would have to retrieve some documents and that there was no change he would be caught. They couldn't have been more wrong.


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