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Written for freshman English class, to explore the concept, meaning, and definition of heroism. The character in this story may or may not be a hero. You decide for yourself. [1,091 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am an ambitious 14-year old writer from Connecticut. My interests include basketball, skiing, playing video games, and killing countless hours in front of the TV watching The Simpsons. [January 2000]
The Running Man Eric Allen
A stiff, cold breeze blew across the forest, rustling the trees and bushes that covered the countryside. The light from the full moon fought to break through heavy cloud cover, casting a dim white glow across the landscape. It was a cold night, the type of night where even the strongest of men are scared to wander in the dark alone. It would have made a nice Halloween night; many children would have been able to scare another. The darkness and coldness stimulated the mind, and put it in a state of readiness. Readiness for one’s darkest fears to leap out of nowhere and grab you.
He ran for his life. The woods were dark, and his pursuers were not far behind him. They wanted to kill him. When they caught him, they might kill him on the spot, or they might hold him for months or years, as they normally did, before carrying out their intentions. He was scared.
They wanted to kill him!
His legs drove him forward, branches of trees reaching out and hitting him, cutting his face and tearing his clothes. Off to his left, he saw the highway. He turned slightly to his right, sure to follow the highway, but not to get too close. To go on the highway would mean instantaneous capture. They could see him on the highway, but not in the woods. If he stayed in the woods, they would be forced to stay on foot, and he would have a chance at outrunning them.
He came to a pond. He stood there for a second, pondering what to do. Should he swim across it? That would be quicker, but it would make a lot of noise, and he might get caught. Should he go around? That would be much less noisy, but it could take a long time to get around, and he might end up getting caught anyway. If he were to swim, he may get tired and drown. But then he would probably end up dying anyway, right?
He looked to the highway. He was surprised to see that there was a bridge that crossed the pond, not thirty feet away. He should run across that, and he would get across the pond quickly without having to swim! He could get off immediately after getting to the other side and go back into the woods!
He started to run to the bridge. His legs, tired after being in flight for nearly two hours now, started to falter, but he kept pushing forward. He had gotten quite close when a car came along. He collapsed to the ground, to hide himself from view.
But this car was out of control. It skidded onto the bridge, brakes squealing. It spun around in a full circle before surging forward again, crashing through the guardrail. It hovered at the edge of the bridge for a heartbeat, before plunging into the water with a gigantic splash. It immediately started to take in water, and in a matter of seconds, it was nearly halfway submerged in the murky waters.
Without hesitation or second thought, he dived into the pond. His once-tired legs and arms were born anew, propelling him through the water to the sinking vehicle, which was now up to its roof in water. He could see a woman inside, at the wheel. She was screaming, smashing her fists against the windows as hard as she could. It did her no good, however. The car bobbed for a final second, and then went completely under.
Taking a deep breath, he went underwater. Opening his eyes, he struggled to see in the murky depths. Closing in on the car, and guided by the street lamps on the bridge, he smashed the passenger window in with three powerful blows. He swam inside, undid the now-unconscious woman from her seatbelt and dragged her out of the car. He kicked up towards the surface, and got the woman to shore in seconds. He laid her on her back, and she began to cough up water.
She struggled to speak. “My baby…get…my baby…” She went into another round of vicious coughing, but he had already dived back into the water.
The car was now completely submerged. He went in through the broken window, and saw the baby. It’s arms were flailing, but they were probably just dead arms bobbing in the currents. Nonetheless, he fumbled with the buckle, freed the tiny child, and headed towards the surface. He placed the baby in its mother’s arms, not knowing if it was alive or dead.
His job done, he headed to the bridge. His pursuers were, without a doubt, much closer now. He ran across the bridge as hard as he could, but the swimming had tired his legs to the point where he could run no more. He fell to the ground, on the shoulder of the highway. Two minutes later, he was caught. His enemies had caught him, and sooner or later, they would kill him.
As she lay sprawled along the edge of the pond, Mary Connor finally regained her breath. She spat a last mouthful of pond water from her lungs, tasting the iron and muck that came with it. Her baby, not ten months old, lay in her arms, a tiny rag doll. He was breathing, and would survived unscathed, but Mary Connor knew that if that man had hesitated at all, Kyle, her son, would not have lived. He was a hero.
As she sat up, she saw the flickering red and blue lights of the police cars. It hadn’t taken them very long to get there. How strange… Stranger still, she saw no policemen around the bridge, or anywhere near her. Are they blind? She asked herself. She struggled to her feet, Kyle in her arms. He was crying now, and it was then that she knew that he would live. She climbed up the ditch and onto the bridge. She slowly approached the policemen, who were very much occupied by something.
What where they doing?
Then she saw him.
She saw the man that had saved her. He was in the middle of all the policemen. In handcuffs.
He looked at her, and quickly turned his head away. “What are you doing?” she asked. “This man saved my life! Me and my baby”
“Ptah!” laughed one of the policemen. “This guy’d much rather kill children then save ‘em! We captured him eight years ago. Killed his wife and children, he did. He’s supposed to be on death row, but he escaped earlier this evening.”
They shoved the man into the car and drove him away.
READER'S REVIEWS (6) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"A bit predictable and DIVED isn't a word, so it makes you wonder how good the grade was on this one...besides, wasn't The Running Man some movie way back when?" -- Tyrant.
"i liked it! Good descriptions, good writing. very negative, i love it!" -- Daniel Gonzales, Whittier, CA, USA.
"Tyrant's both right and wrong, wrong in that "dived" is too a word, as in : He dived into the ocean. I haven't read the story yet so I don't know how the word's used, and it may be used wrong, but it's definitely a word. Tyrant is right however in that you can't use that title Eric, after all it was a major motion picture when I was a kid back in the 1980s, and Arnold Swarzenegar played in it for God's sake. Change the title at least." -- EC Allen.
"My suggestion kid, would be to change the title to "Running Waters", and name the man Chris Waters, thereby engaging to story points at the same time. I can't be wholey sure whether the story's a sadistic short story, or simply incomplete, but it is remarkably descriptive. I don't know if the younger generation is just getting better with writing or you're just a fine example, but it is indeed professional work, and I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Now to see if I can lend a hand. In story order: "to scare one another". The word "one" must be placed before "another" or you will leave the reader wonder "Another what?". The word "pondering" is fine, but you may wish to change it since pondering at the pond, sounds odd. I'd write: The possibility of drowning was preferable to capture. Amend the bridge slightly by saying it's a roadway or a highway bridge. I was caught a little off balance by the thought that it might be a walkway bridge. I saw the "dived" part, and as far as I'm concerned it's right, I won't get technically picky by saying it should be "dove" or something. If it sounds right, then it's right. Though I'd either eliminate "without hesitation" or "second thought" to prevent redundancy. All in all good work Eric." -- jerrygeorge51@hotmail.com.
"Nice sentence structure and pace. Excellent job overall with detail and setting. Well done." -- no.
"Wow, I'm blown away. That was great. What a great idea! And it was certainly NOT predictable. Great descriptions, really. You're writing is a bit poetic and negative in a way as well. Excellent! I love how the ending is like a twist, that's a great idea." -- Christina Aspears.
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