I walked out from the crater(which was bigger than a meteorite crater after all) and walked to Sef. We sat on a log and he took out to cans of 100plus. Amazing. this guy even knew how to smuggle in my favourite soft drink. We popped in open and drank a gulpful(although I was the one getting sweaty and not Sef) and chat for a while. Suddenly I had this strange feeling that someone was watching us, sitting down silently, just looking at us with a blank look. I turned my back to see two boys and girls, about seven or eight years old sitting down quietly playing with a small toy box. The boy had scrawny hair and eyelids heavier than my aunt Prickley. He was wearing a white top and some baggy shorts. The girl had long, golden hair that fall pass her shoulder. Her face was way different than the boy. It was a cute, cheerful face that showed that this girl had some spirit.They were giggling and talking softly that I couldn't make out anything. "Who are those kids over there?", I asked Sef. Sef didn't respond. He was still talking and talking like some maniac. He even turn his back on me and talked to the empty space as though someone was there. "Hey, hello, anybody home?", I asked, waving my hand up and down in front of his eyes. he was still staring into the empty space, rambling and laughing. "Hey! Would you quit ignoring me?", I shouted at him but he was still talking to the thin air.
Suddenly I heard a voice from behind that spooked me out. It was a kid's voice but it sounded like a dead man's croak. "He can't hear you. He got trap by our dust smoke. Silly man", said the voice. I looked to the back only to find out that it was the boy's voice. He got up and urged the girl to follow. The girl was still holding the toy box which I now realise had a big red button. "What do you mean?", I asked them. "See for yourself", the girl giggled. I looked at him to find his pleseant eyes had went black, and his ears were like covered with smoke. "Did you do this to him?", I asked them. "Yes,we did", said the two children. "Well, can you take it off him?", I asked again time with a pleseant voice. "No, we can't. If we do that, we will get scolded by big brother and he is very mean when he is angry", said the boy. "Who are you? Where is your brother? I'd like to talk to him", I said. "My name is Zee and her name is Dee. We are twins and our brother is somewhere else. I'm afraid you cannot talk to him", said the boy named Zee. "Well, can you please let the man go? I will explain to your brother", I said. "We cannot do that,we were ordered by big brother to come get you", said Dee.
Come get me? What did that meant? Suddenly, I realise that the 'toy box' was no ordinary box. But I only found that out after I felt the pain. Dee raised up the toy box and pressed the red button and said, "Sorry, but we don't have any choice." Suddenly, BOOM! The ground beneath me blowed up like a big explosion and sent me flying to the air. The box wasn't a toy, it was a detonator and it blowed up in front of my face. The explosion threw me of my feet. I was flying up in the air, bleeding from the explosion. Suddenly, Dee took out what look like a mining sickle, except that was as big as a spear a sharp tip on the end. She raised the sickle and threw it to the far side of the forest and the ground exploded to a crater big enough to hold, me. The crazy thing was, I was falling right into the crater. I made a crash landing in the crater. I was shouting in pain. I had never felt this much pain before. Worse, the crater that Dee made was burning hot and it was burning me alive. I could feel my skin prickling and my blood gushing through from my chest. Suddenly, Zee materialized in front of me and said, "Too easy." Suddenly, I felt the ground lifting up. I moved to the edge and saw Zee carrying the crater with one hand. My body couldn't move and I was shaking with fear. These kids are crazy and they're taking me with them. I felt like my body was numb. I couldn't even raise my finger and my blood was still oozing out from my chest.
To Be Continued.......
Monday, September 8, 2008
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