The Jumpers Hell act 1
I miss this; the stalls to the side of the street when I was in primary I used to hate going home but now I love the sight b4 I moved of course.
I walk to the stall;he's standing with a group of people grouped together for some reason there isn't anyone on the street. "Maam" I said to the woman who looked like a vendor. May I have 1 of the chocolate cookie things you have here. I lift it in my hand making a drift in the wind from my crop top.
She smiled almost forcefully and told me to "take as much as you want, it's only food."
Soon after the crowd stood still and looked towards me they looked almost ready to bawl and they immediately started running.
I stood there, the words run with them filled his mind. He started running full speed towards the buses he knew of the place in chaos and people crying on the streets. All the cars he saw were abandoned and the area itself went into a frenzy.
A child's crying on the street, first one then two like clockwork it spreads to the area. He felt entities like shadows as they swiped past him. They were 4 legged like wolves on the prowl 1 bumped him making him stagger on the steps of the bank he was on. While there he turned his head towards the intersection between a church and said bank. He saw a group of people on top of these huge at least 10 meter gates. He wanted to follow them but they felt too big, too uncertain.
He looked back towards where he came from and he saw these doomed trains. They were almost twice the size of the buses he was used to; they were a mix of black and dark brown and more of the demi dog looking creatures came from them. Panicked, he picked himself up and started running straight ahead like a feeling mouse.
He realized he couldn't continue running like this and decided to go to the park. His reasoning: sidewall street sidewalk park, in that order; he could hide in the park he hoped. After making his way through the traffic and looking around with his neck barely holding on from swinging them left and right to check his surroundings.
He continually saw people jumping over objects instead of going through them as well as countless people on the street he couldn't grasp what was happening so he decided to go to what he's most confident in to run and hide.
Gear turn, horn noises*
He looked to see the train and multiple others splitting into multiple directions one of which was heading towards him. If just for prolonged life he started booking it his eyes weren't even open at this point his hands no longer had the snacks he felt lucky to receive; as the train flattened the people laying between the streets their cries making his strides longer and movements faster.
He ran along the oval shape of the park. With cars in his way he jumped much farther than he thought he could; he made his way through the half a dozen cars in his way and made it to a spot that looked like a lake. The people there seemed to have given up and they sat while he and others ran.
He tried running along the shooting was the fastest way he Thought while the wet sand made it difficult for him to run "thank God for orienteering " he thought with a grin on his face. "It's a dream you'll be fine you're just stressed out "
He joins into a group of people standing at the highest point of the sidewalk after going up a set of stairs that lead to it. After overtaking most of the people around him he needs to sit.
"DONT LET THEM TOUCH YOU" this man in a business suit shouted into a microphone; which he kept repeating.
He paid no mind to what he couldn't understand. His attention was instead drawn to his mother who looked many years older than before on the same sidewalk sitting. He asked her "what are we gonna do?" She smiled at him as if she wasn't paying attention
She said to him "why do you tempt me like this demon"
After taking a moment he took his wet shoes off and stretched his legs. The sand helping with the pain and the chaos of the outside world seemed to fade.
"What does he mean don't let them touch you" he asked her. She shook her head and told him "you look like him." Him going silent. She continued " the dogs are 2, the train is 1 and the others are all 1. If any touch you..you die."
Him still silent "if i was you i would go with the guys that scale the gates". In the far corner of his vision he spots said train. Coming up the stairs and flattering the railings.
With demi dogs coming from its doors.
"I'll die today, you should go" she says only to see Noone there.
"i never liked my mom anyway" he took her advice running with a group of 16+s. Running fast enough that if he stopped he'd be left behind in the matter of 10 seconds; they turned the corners of the housing district they seemed to know where they were going and every so often they would take a turn instead of going the same direction and every so often one would be left behind.
They finally stopped running and started talking amongst themselves. He recognized one tho; shaheem one of his oldest friends.
He said hi and asked him what to do. He looked at him weird and visibly threw away the thought. He told them we don't know where to go next. One group wants to go to their houses and hide, another wants to meet up at Mike's house because of its size and another wants to keep going forward until they meet up with new people.
"Just run together And do your own thing" he said to shaheem but he told him " if they kept up so far then they're the best people to stick with if the dogs get to us after we all slipped away then Having these people will help keep us safe from getting hit" he said calmly but grew into a shout.
"Have you been hit b4?"
"NO of course not let's go and stop asking dumb questions" he says To shaheem being bad at lying.
They continue running as the group whittles down to 5 people including him and shaheem.
He feels alone and ready to give up. Shaheem and 2 others are doing better than him and the rest at the moment. A hand the side of 3 bodies stacked on top of each other grabs one of them. His legs bending in different directions with blood dripping from the hand.
He was right behind the guy, the sight of it causing him to trip and roll under the hand because of the dirt road. He looked up to see the creature come out from the darkness. Another arm held the wall to its right with the creature's full self now in view. It was like a baby, shaped like a baby and looked like one except the teeth it had that ran along through its cheek to its ear. Its face was partially covered with a mask that covers its eyes that seem to shed a red hue shining from it.
He turned to shaheem after watching the guy in front of all of them almost out of view. They nodded to each other and used their hands to set them right, going into a mad dash right after. Before they were jogging fast now they were sprinting, barely paying attention to their surroundings.
He remembered when his coach in primary school told him that when he's running he should never pay attention to what's to the people around him when he's sprinting. He always had that habit of course now is when he finally lost hypotheses made him happy until he heard the sound of dogs behind them.
They weren't anywhere close but he could hear them catching up. He told Shaheen to go in front and continued running.
They turned right. The dogs followed. They made a sharp turn and the dogs did the same.
He saw a tear leave Shaheem's eye.
His gut twisted which called his attention to his elbow knee and shoulder that he fell on.
He s
Unbuckled his belt and pissed at an angle at the last turn he and him took. He and shaheem locked eyes. He did the aot pose and ran in a different direction. In the corner of his eye he saw Shaheem do the same.
He immediately took a right and then took another 2 houses down. He was heading for The Abomination when he saw one of the guys he was running with going the same direction.
He overtook the run and not long after he changed directions completely and tackled The guy into the floor.
He punched the guy down and screamed at him to take off his belt. Bloody the guy did it quickly "no more he said" he got off the guy.
He then stood over him and kicked his shin as hard as he could; he said to this guy laying on the floor with a broken foot bloodied "the dogs were too close" he put the belt on while running leaving him to die.
From here on he goes straight. "no no no pl-ARGHHHHH!"
red blood on the floor he finds an arm laid on the ground. He moves closer throwing a stone staying a ways away.
Thud* scrape*
He hears the wolves not far away but the toddler hadn't not moved. He moves closer and closer trying to get a reaction. He remembers how fast the hand was when it caught the guy but he also has the belt.
He starts throwing rocks into the shadow and uses the belt to flick at it.
Flick*
The belt caught, the creature came from hiding; right in time for the wolves that were now down to one. The pressure From either Was strong enough to slow down his movements but together his feet became solid his once flexibility faded.
The wolf swiped at him as he ducked under its arm and stood behind it only to be backhanded into a wall. The pain caused him to cough blood but luckily enough the belt held up; and even better it dragged the giant down as well as him.
He was dizzy but he could move just as fast as usual, his body finally listening to him. Maybe it was the adrenaline he thought the pain was bearable but he didn't have the time to think on it very long. The belt as small as it was was enough to keep the giant down and luckily for him it seemed it wasn't flexible enough to turn around.
He wasn't as lucky this time as the wolf swiped at him, giving his chest a type 2 laveration; not after cutting into the baby's thick flesh. It had bright orange blood and more importantly it's swift arm. It hit the wolf just as hard while still laying in the ground.
It's blood burns his skin when he tries to leave the wolf jumps onto the body of the baby and keeps him down. The blood gushes over him, his leg becomes pinned from the fight; if the toddler dies its dead weight would crush him like he was toothpaste. while still under it the toddler grabs the torso of the 2 meter wolf and starts choking it. The wolf swipes at it using its front legs, its back legs and its head.
The wolf's claws cut deeper and more and more of the toddler's blood covering his body to the point his whole body was soaked and he struggled to breath , his skin burning with each drop. He gives up on clawing himself out instead he tries his damndest to push its body off of him even if it leaves wounds on his ankle. he goes closer to the part of his body pinned and he pushes, pushes till his back buckles and his hands shake his body being smothered in the blood of the giant with lacerations greeting his skin burning the wounds closed. Only to be reopened by him forcefully pushing on the unmoving mountain that surrounds him.
Soon enough the fight was over with scars on his back and his leg free he saw the wolf's
Legs go limp and the head it had separated from its body and tossed to the side. The fight was brutal, the body still held strong in its left hand while fur etched into the small cuts in its left. The giant wasn't much better wounds all over its body and its mask chipped showing something he couldn't quite tell what it was tho it was stark blood red with a dusty consistency. He ripped the mask off to see an almost gelatinous face.
After looking around he saw a blob that resembled a heart in the way it moved. It was weirdly stark blue, he said to himself.
…the air felt cold when he saw the second wolf returning from its meal. His body moved without him thinking. He stabbed his arm elbow deep through the baby's eye; he proceeded to stomp it out. Taking its mask he moved towards the house closest to him jumping its meter tall fence and kicking the door in.
He ran like his life depended scurrying For a place to hide he looked up left right down he didn't see anything. He was worried, worried for his life, he knew he didn't have it in him to run away from it again.
He saw a bed in the middle of the house stark white with black covers that he promptly had under. The wolf was looking around and he hoped that the blood from his body would be hidden by the blood that surrounds the area.
His body was shaking from fear. He tried to be as quiet as he could, then moved the blanket so he could see the wolf.
"Cut 5 minutes later and he hears a voice; my voice" "who's that" he says I say "you get 2 chances I've yet to find someone who survives 2 if you fail you die." I voice calls to him.
I have always had a fear of the unknown. I feared fear the rush of emotions that come with it always left me a blubbering mess. U always thought that was normal that was me of course I feel like that of course my loved ones wouldn't mind. If only
I would cry over teasing over pain over sadness which would continue into the first grade. I cried often and without fail. I remember the names my family would call me and I resented how I couldn't do anything about it. I resented my feelings and that I had them.
I think it was in first grade some kids were bullying me for some childish things that kids do and I remember fighting back. It was a group of kids, maybe 2 or 3. I beat them till they begged for me to stop like when my mother beat me.
I remember the feeling even now Over A decade after. When I was touched when My head was slammed into a wall when i slept by myself in the dark for the first time. fuck them.
The guy that did it is now an orphan when my head was slammed in the wall my memory now being utter shit when I slept by myself I cried myself to sleep that day I was sad and I was mad and me being mad gave me clarity emotions that we face the worst of feelings the self hate the loathing the feelings of vulnerability.
There's so end Time happens. If my mother puts her hands on me I will make her feel pain even if it has to be small. She will feel what I felt one day. She will die sad and so will any fucker who took advantage of me. They will die. I will die but I won't die without trying. When I had a kitchen knife I couldn't properly hold, over my torso yk what helped me? Nothing. I cried I put it back i felt like a coward and I am one but why should I be the one in pain I reject feelings bad i reject remose i will do it because i choose to i will live ti fuck yiu and i wilk fuck you hard.
The moment I find the best, the small get back I had that inspired me to live? Making the bullies cry while I beat them till they couldn't fight back and then letting them heal to do it all over again. Making them feel the pain, the looks of shame thinly hidden from their peers walking bye. When they had to watch their friends not help them and when their friends did they'd join em. I want them to suffer. When my mother put her hands in my face I bit her finger and it was swollen, when she hit me with the broom i broke it. When she broke the wooden broom in my skin she didn't seem to care how I felt; but now that you're out a broom you want me to fix it.
She used to say to her friends and pretend she didn't know u could hear. she would tell her friends on the phone oh he hates me the funny thing is as time went on i feel like she could tell it was true. I do hate you . You live to keep me alive and if you die I wouldn't like it, so stay alive till my Sister is nice and grown and then you can croak.
I will forget but not forgive and I will not have a half grown mind fuck in my head to kill me you had your chance to talk now its mine