Post by sa on May 11, 2008 1:29:52 GMT
MANHUNT:
PROLOGUE
It seemed like a perfectly nice day. Actually, a fantastic day. Sam laid down out in his back yard. His cat, Q, was curled up by his head. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Butterflies fluttered around, in the warm spring sun. The rain had gone and made way for spring, in Sam’s opinion, the loveliest time of the year. He didn’t realise it would be one of the scariest days of his life.
“Sam! Come in and make your bloody bed! It’s atrocious!” Sam’s mother, Sarah called out through the open window.
“Coming mum!” He shouted back. He forced himself off of the grass and strolled to the back door. He walked through the kitchen and up the stairs to the laundry. He picked up some blue sheets, and went to make his bed.
After he was finished, he went outside and laid on the warm grass again.
The cool wind flew past as a flock of birds flew overhead. A bird dropping narrowly missed him. After seeing how close it was to his head, he decided to move.
After a while he got bored. Sam walked inside, grabbed a book, and sat down outside again. It was his favourite book. It was about a boy who was accidentally genetically mutated and gained superpowers. The boy then turns evil and begins destroying everything in the city. The army eventually kills him and then it turns out that the kid was only eight, or nine. Then the media gets hold of the story, and all this scandal stuff goes in the papers.
But then Sam’s head shot up. He looked side to side. There was a sound of an old chainsaw in the distance. There was a forest nearby, but that was where the Holland murders occurred, with eleven people killed by a chainsaw wielding murderer. There had been another murder earlier that week and it sent Sam’s nerves into overdrive.
Dropping the old book, Sam jumped up and ran towards the house. He quickly got inside and locked the door, he moved to the kitchen and looked outside. The back garden had a two metre concrete wall and that was where Sam was sitting against before the sound of the chainsaw. Then he forgot everything and resisted the urge to scream as a person with a sack over his head with holes for the eyes to see through and a rusty red chainsaw began climbing over the wall.
PROLOGUE
It seemed like a perfectly nice day. Actually, a fantastic day. Sam laid down out in his back yard. His cat, Q, was curled up by his head. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Butterflies fluttered around, in the warm spring sun. The rain had gone and made way for spring, in Sam’s opinion, the loveliest time of the year. He didn’t realise it would be one of the scariest days of his life.
“Sam! Come in and make your bloody bed! It’s atrocious!” Sam’s mother, Sarah called out through the open window.
“Coming mum!” He shouted back. He forced himself off of the grass and strolled to the back door. He walked through the kitchen and up the stairs to the laundry. He picked up some blue sheets, and went to make his bed.
After he was finished, he went outside and laid on the warm grass again.
The cool wind flew past as a flock of birds flew overhead. A bird dropping narrowly missed him. After seeing how close it was to his head, he decided to move.
After a while he got bored. Sam walked inside, grabbed a book, and sat down outside again. It was his favourite book. It was about a boy who was accidentally genetically mutated and gained superpowers. The boy then turns evil and begins destroying everything in the city. The army eventually kills him and then it turns out that the kid was only eight, or nine. Then the media gets hold of the story, and all this scandal stuff goes in the papers.
But then Sam’s head shot up. He looked side to side. There was a sound of an old chainsaw in the distance. There was a forest nearby, but that was where the Holland murders occurred, with eleven people killed by a chainsaw wielding murderer. There had been another murder earlier that week and it sent Sam’s nerves into overdrive.
Dropping the old book, Sam jumped up and ran towards the house. He quickly got inside and locked the door, he moved to the kitchen and looked outside. The back garden had a two metre concrete wall and that was where Sam was sitting against before the sound of the chainsaw. Then he forgot everything and resisted the urge to scream as a person with a sack over his head with holes for the eyes to see through and a rusty red chainsaw began climbing over the wall.