David in Pain

I don't have time right now to write anything new, but just for posting sake...
JUST A WARNING, I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS PRACTICING WRITING PAIN

I can't win. The reality hit me as his gaze pushed me backwards. My heal caught a log and I stumbled back. In my effort to stay up I caught a branch covered in thorns. They pierced my skin with a wave of shock that raised through my spine. I watched his eyes line with delight as I struggled to regain my composer. Once again confident, I reached for my sword. My hopes sunk in an instant as a wrenching feeling from the pit of my stomach rouse. My sword was gone. Trying not to show my anxiety, I searched for it as I took off running.

When I reached the top of the hill I looked back, he wasn't even stressing to catch me. Steady

and accurately he was making his way to me. He acted as if I was a joke that didn't deserve his full strength and attention. His attitude suggested that he knew I was going to die, ether of his own doing, or of mine. Before I could stop it her image was all a could see. Simple, young, and afraid. Suddenly she was torn from me. she called out violently but I couldn’t reach her. My lack of breath mixed with my stinging hands, and pounding throat caused me to black out. I collapsed to the ground and tumbled

back down the the bottom of the hill. Instead of passing farther into nothingness I was knocked back to reality. Shaken, bruised, and I couldn't move. After a minute of blinking myself awake he appeared on the horizon. I had to ignore my pain.

I stood up and again found myself defenseless.

“Are you done running yet?” he shouted with his arms open and his sword to his side. If I had a dagger I would have taken this opportunity to run it through his gut. Unfortunately I'm cursed to always be weaponless at the crucial moment in a fight. He pulled his sword out and strolled towards me, blade moving to my throat. His gaze suggesting amusement. Mine showed nothing but loathing. My face revealed half of my emotions, but my shaking limbs showed the other.

He took this advantage and kicked my nee, bending it back. I let out a shriek of pain before I

crumpled to the ground. He chuckled softly, as I clasped my nee.

“now I see, you are done” he said as he circled my crumpled body occasionally kicking my side. He paused and rested his chin on his fist. “you are a useless lump, so to the ground you go.” he kicked me back and stabbed his sword into my shoulder. I screamed and my voice cracked into a cry. the blade withdrew and the true pain was revealed. It burned like a branding iron and stung as if the blade had been coated in lemons. Warm blood ran down my arm and hand as I attempted to cover it.

He was laughing. I started heaving with anger between my gulps for sanity.

“Die with at least a shred of dignity. Prove you can be a man,” he couched “your sister certainly thought you were.” I was fuming. how cruel can he be to bring her crumpled figure in my mind? He must have seen my anger because he continued. “She would always talk about you and how you would come for her, of course you never did. She was a pleasant girl, what was her name again?”

I was shacking with rage.

“DON'T YOU DARE SAY HER NAME!” I shouted at him with all the energy I could muster. Her name was to pure to be uttered from his putrid lips.

I pulled myself to my feet. He laughed again.

“I see your taking my advice. Now I remember,” he started to form her name. I ran at him my hands out in front ready to grasp his throat. His sword was already out but not ready, it cut across the top of my other shoulder. The pain just added to my fury as I grasp his neck and flung him to the ground. The force threw the sword out of his hands. I released him and went for it in the seconds that he was still recovering. Now he was the one with a blade to his neck. I was still trembling with emotions, but fear had been pushed back in my mind as a new thought arose. The feeling that I might actually live. I can win. I told myself.

He stayed on the ground. I wanted right then to run him through. End it just like this and satisfy my need for revenge. I wanted so badly to do it, but I couldn't. Not with her sweet, quiet eyes looking into mine. I pointed the blade backwards and bashed him in the head with the butt of the sword. He melted to the ground, unconscious. That's all I'm going to do to him, the authorities can determine the rest, I told myself. I could feel her warm hands holding my face. she wouldn't be haunting me anymore, but she would be with me.

I stared at the wicked creature lying limp on the ground, and shook with exhaustion. I dropped the sword to the ground. Sleep, she whispered as I sunk to the ground.

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I've decided to make this into a book someday. The main character is a boy named David. 

-Anna