"The fugitive"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


This is a story about a kid named "Damian wells" who can't get hurt for some reason. And he needs to find out why.

Submitted: July 21, 2018

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I woke up to a loud sound that sounded like a horn? I open my eyes and glance a little. I catch movement in my eye. I turn a car is coming right at me pretty fast at least 60 miles an hour. I see the driver honking. I have no time to get up. The car is about to hit me I am about to die. I prepare myself best I can I I clench my teeth together and say my final goodbyes...A few seconds later and the car hits me and keeps driving. I blink several times and watch as the car leaves. I feel no pain. No Brocken bones...Nothing. I stand up and walk off of the highway. I look at my watch the time was 2:00 am. How am I alive? I ask myself. A bright shiny light flashes in my face as I soon realized it was a police officer. 

 

"Hey kid I clearly saw a car at 60 miles hit you.  You should be dead. But your not? Explain that to me?" I laugh and say "I wish I could." Next thing I know the cop draws his gun on me. "That wasn't a question I want an answer now!" "Whoa take it easy man." I say putting my hands up, you wouldn't shoot a kid would you?" "Your like twenty-two. Your an adult Now start talking or I will start shooting!" I stare at the cop for a few seconds like *are you serious right know?* "times running up." " Look I don't know I don't even remember how or why I was asleep on a highway I don't know why I'm not injured. 

Just give me a second to think." I say to the cop. He raises his gun up at me and is about to shoot when his radio goes off. "Ok I'll be right there." He says on the Walker talkie. 

"Boy you just lucked out your lucky there is a domestic dispute taking place or else I would have taken you in"  

"That is lucky." I say to annoy him. "Whatever." The cop responds and goes back to his car. I look around and see a sign

 

 "welcome to Tennessee"

 

What was I doing in Tennessee? And why was I on a highway? Also why am I not dead? I needed to figure out these questions. I stick my hand in my pocket and look at recent text messages, the latest was from Gabriel. Maybe if I find Gabriel I could get answers? I think to myself.


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