The odd ray of light fought its way through the canopy announcing the sun was setting and nightfall was fast approaching. John had to find a place where he could stay for the night. He marched on deep within the forest, with no idea were he was going. He passed along a small stream the sparkling blue water gave him hope and made him forget his desperation. He could just see in the fading light his marred reflection deep within the twinkling surface of the water. Scar upon scar could be seen on his battered face. He kicked out at the approaching mist in anger. This was no time to feel sorry for himself, nightfall was approaching and he still hadn't found a place for the night. The deathly silence continued to fill the forest's evening air. Just as he lifted his gaze from the sparkling stream another reflection stared back at him through the water.
A dark hooded apparition was visible in the waters sparkle. John turned slowly his heart thudding with fear was their something behind him? As he pivoted on the ball of his feet to see what was there. Thoughts erupted through his head as he turned. Maybe they had sent someone after him. Those people, whom he feared most, those people that, had been after him since he was a child. To accomplish the finishing blow that they had not able to achieve for all of these years.
Almost in slow motion he finally completed the 180 degree turn but their was no one behind him. Not a trace of anyone. As he sat on the ground. The auburn foliage behind him began to rustle he got to his feet quickly and pulled out a hunting knife. He walked slowly towards the bushes were the noise had come from. The sound of his own heavy footsteps was drowning his thoughts, not allowing him to hear what was going on in the surroundings around him.
As he approached the offending bushes a dark shadow leapt from behind being him, pushing him to the ground and pinning him. John could see its face. He tried closing his eyes but the creatures face had him transfixed. His mind was screaming, 'Get up, run.' He tried moving but it was useless. It was as though he had been paralyzed. The creature's eyes were glaring into his face. As he lay there unable to do anything his thoughts raced through his mind, one standing out in particular asking him, what is this thing?
It eyes were a ruby red colour that blinked occasionally buried deep within its skull. Although it had the appearance of a human he very much doubted it was. The creatures nostrils were like slashed tulip petals it sniffed the air eagerly. Its bone rimmed triangular eye lids opened and stretched backwards above its cheek bones. The mouth was like a huge cavern in a concave shape containing mammoth razor sharp teeth. Whatever this thing was it didn't need to shoot him or stab him to death it could probably kill him by devouring him between its teeth. It had a colossal image that towered over John; it was about 7 feet tall and had a huge muscular built body. This creature was the strangest thing he had ever seen.
He knew he couldn't escape. This was the end of John Connors the running had finally come to an end, he had been caught and he was about to receive the final blow, but not as he had imagined it would end. He had never seen a creature such as this before. On whose bidding had it come?
With a last desperate attempt he tried marshalling his left hand which contained the hunting knife. The creature was now bending down, slowly it was approaching him, coming closer and closer towards his face, he could feel its hot breath on his face, it made sure that it displayed its razor sharp teeth, stained red from blood.
John's heart was thudding painfully, it was a though he had a bomb inside him ready to explode at any second.
Time seemed to have slowed down each second seeming to last an eternity. Despite putting in a tremendous amount of effort he could not summon his left hand, the creature kept approaching. To John's surprise it stopped at his chest. It slowly opened its cavern like mouth showing its razor sharp teeth.
The creature dropped its head and in one foul swooping action, it dug its teeth deep inside John's chest. John let out a shrill cry, the pain crippling him, his mind now chanting, 'when will it stop.'
Images raced through his mind, his friends and family that he had deserted so long ago. Just as an image of his children went by the creature sunk its claw like teeth even deeper inside John's chest, and with another swooping sensation pulled its clenched teeth out. The life had been ripped out of John Connors in just two menacing blows.
The creature stood triumphantly on top of John's body, which was now inanimate. In its final blow the creature had pulled John's heart out leaving his body no other choice but to become lifeless, while the creature clenched his still twitching heart in-between its bloody hands. Blood spurted out of John's body. The dripping blood stained the grass that John lay upon.
The creature became enveloped in the now thick mist and just disappeared. The forest laid eerie and silent the beauty of it now tarnished with blood. The rustling of the leaves could no longer be heard, the thudding footsteps had also disappeared. John's hand which had once gripped the rucksack as if for life itself, it lay open and the golden CD was no longer in its case.
The object that had been governed into his life had been passed on to him by his grandmother 15 years ago. Since then he had been running from the nameless people, finally they had found him and taken the object that he had protected with his life but they had used means that were not of this world to recover the vital information.
Now safely in enemy hands the object that he had tried protecting with his life, much like his beloved grandmother had done many years ago. The only difference being she succeeded and he had not.
The world would now need to look after itself or find another John Connors.
English Coursework First Draft
By Omar Jamshad 10S