Chase

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is just a really short (500 words or so) story that I wrote in English the other day. I hope you enjoy. Please comment and fan!

Submitted: October 31, 2013

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She breathed shallowly, quietly, trying not to make a noise. She could smell the dust and felt the head of a broom brush her head. All was silent, and dark. She could feel the thump of her heart in her chest, strong and loud, it seemed. Maybe he could hear it. Maybe that’s how he would find her.

She heard footsteps outside the cupboard she was hiding in. The footsteps were coming closer and closer. They walked past the door, past it a little more, and then stopped. She heard the sound of a door opening. She could almost see him looking for her. There was a tiny little crack in the door, and she peeped out, trying to find him. He shut the door, and moved down to the next. He opened it, looked inside like before, and, seeing nothing, shut it again.

 

Suddenly, there was a noise from further down the corridor. Something fell to the ground, taken by gravity, and shattered on the cold floor. She could just see as he turned his head towards the sound, and ran off in its direction.

She knew this was her chance – he’d come back and find her as he made his way back down the corridor. So she checked once more that there was no one there, and quietly opened the door, trying to keep its squeaky hinges from making a noise. Then she ran.

Her shoes squeaked on the floor, and echoed through the whole building it seemed to her. So she took them off and ran in her socks. She nearly slipped over multiple times, but at least it was quiet. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever. She kept running and running and running.

Suddenly, behind her, she heard his footsteps. His stride was longer than hers, and she would surely be caught soon. To her right, she spotted an elevator. Its doors were invitingly open. Just as the doors started to close, she shoved her foot in it and jumped into the elevator. The doors shut behind her.

Pressing the button for the ground floor over and over, the lift finally started to move. It shuddered downwards, slower than seemed possible. He would surely catch up if he went by the stairs. If the lift would just hurry up, then maybe, just maybe, she could make it back.

After what seemed like hours, but could surely only have been a minute or two, the lift shuddered to a halt. The doors opened, bit by bit. She carefully made her way out, ready to run at any sign of him.

There was not a person in sight. She took a deep breath, relieved, and started to walk. Then she heard a breath. She paused. And another. Someone was there. She started to run, glancing behind her shoulder. He was right behind her. She used her last burst of strength to get a bit of a lead. Ahead of her, just a couple of metres, there was a corner in the corridor.

It seemed like she was getting ahead and that she might just make it back, but then she slipped. Her socks were too slippery on the floor, and as she was going around the corner, she took a wrong step and fell.

It was over.

“Got you!” he yelled in triumph. She took a breath, and started to laugh.

“You up for another game?” she asked, once the laughter had ceased.

“Sure,” he said. “But this time, you’re it.” 


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