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The hooded woman looked about eighty years old but she was barely fifty. A lifetime in the underground had taken its toll. A lifetime of illness had taken its toll. Her back bent, Zoe moved painfully slowly along the frozen path. Dressed in rags and filthy furs against the chill, grim
determination was written across her decaying face. Her head bowed by deformity, she could see only the ground for a few metres ahead. Frail, she stopped to regain her breath and ease the cramp. To look ahead, to see how far she still had to drag herself, she leaned back from the waist. Zoe’s waist was one of the few parts of her body that remained supple. The icy wind stung her face and the hood fell back from her head. Her unruly mass of grey hair was alive with lice. She looked like a twisted abandoned scarecrow. Her left arm was fixed into position, crooked across her sunken belly. With her good right arm, she pulled the hood back over her head and held on to it. Her long sigh was whisked away by the breeze.
It was just a hint in the air that had initially bought her out of the depths of her reverie. A hint that over the last 30 years had gotten stronger and stronger. So strong that something had to be done about it.
The reason Zoe had lived for so long underground was now going to be the reason why she was coming above ground and it was probably, if Zoe was right, going to be the thing that finally finished her off!
Jake Yr8
She forced her frail body to move, muttering the last weapon in her arsenal as the creature moved closer towards her. A blow hit her head shattering her last spell whilst sending her into a nearby building!
The creature that had followed her through the urban mess of London was finally seeking its revenge. With a sudden burst of energy it leapt onto the second floor of the building, where she was cowering in the corner. Its shadowy figure bubbled and hissed as the green blood that had inhabited this creature shot out in anger. The dangerous blood created burnt holes through the indestructible concrete. Its yellow decayed teeth, its blue piercing eyes and its unusually shaped nose slithered up and down its destroyed face. Its feet, well if you could call them that, were stomping and HARD!
The creature marched towards her cracking the floor under its weight; it continued to march heavily onto her legs, then her body taking its time to make as much pain as possible because it knew she couldn’t die.
Maybe then she was not meant to be a human. That would explain her capture and planned demise. She couldn’t remember life before the underground, even though she knew that she must have lived in the ‘above’ once before... Surely she must have... Right?
Written by: Oliver Y7 & Jack Byrne Y8 – Trinity School Belvedere
…exclaimed the beast. As the serpent slithered at an alarming pace Zoe tried to understand her surroundings before it could get any closer. Zoe’s limp defeated any chance of running from the snake.”W…why are you doing this to me?” Questioned Zoe, her movements and emotion were stopping her from moving. The serpent stopped and looked into her eyes which by now were full of fear. “You want to know why I am doing this,” his face curled up into a cruel smile, “It’s because you are old and weak making you a nice meal”. Zoe’s thoughts whizzed around in her head, “was the only reason this monster chased me down here because I taste good? It can’t be it must have more meaning”. Moving once again the beast got closer and closer, “what’s he going to do to me someone or something pleases help”. Then out of nowhere a mysterious figure appeared and forced the beast back with a blazing bolt of lightning. The beast shouted “who are you” the figure said “I’m your worst nightmare”.
By Elliott W and Harrison C yr7 Werneth High School Stockport UK
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