Summer Reading Club
space craft special edition 2017

“I’m going to get you!”

Posted on: January 2nd, 2018 by SRC Club Member - Lily | 11 ACT


He got up and sat, his head slowly clearing from the fog that had descended when he had hit the ground. His head throbbed. If only he could have fallen on a softer spot of ground.

He became more aware of his surroundings – dark and foreboding. For a forest it was enormous, it was almost like someone had multiplied all the trees by a factor of ten – it was very dense with hardly a gap between branches. The trees were a beautiful shade of green and had a snow cap that was like the icing on a cake. The bark of most pines were thick and scaly, but some had thin, flaking bark. These were the older trees, soon to snap and fall during the winter. The branches were produced in whirls, a very tight spiral, but actually looked like a ring of branches arising from the same point.

The forest floor was covered in a thick blanket of white, small shrubs peeked out under their new white caps, footsteps and paw prints crisscrossed each other around the labyrinth of trees. Aside from the brown of the trees, the only other colour was the white of the snow, like a brand new shirt, crisp and undamaged.

It was a secretive place, a place that no one knew about. The grasses were crackling beneath Seth’s feet, as he started to move, because of the recent snowfall. Seth was in awe of the size and majesty of the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as his head could lift.

As Seth ventured further in to the forest, like a timid animal always checking his surroundings, he noticed something in the darkness. Looking around every few steps, he headed over to the place were a sliver of light was emerging. Rushing he reached there and the light disappeared from his view. It travelled over to another patch. Digging in the ground he found a stick. Quietly throwing it, the stick landed in the patch where the light came from, but was once more indulged in darkness. A trap most likely set up by Hendra.

He felt something under him, a hard surface. Brushing away the snow he found a piece of equipment; smooth and metallic to his touch.

“CLICK.” The sound of a gun’s trigger being pulled killed the silence around him.

“That’s mine to take,” a voice said. He knew that voice, it was forceful and sent a shiver down his back – Hendra!

He looked around quickly, there she was standing pointing a gun at him.

“Say goodnight, Seth!”

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