THE Dulwich Despatch Summer 2023
‘ Where ’ s the boy? ’ the officer demanded, as his father opened the door, wide - eyed with fear. ‘ The boy? ’ Marcus stammered. ‘ He ’ s up in his room. ’ The officer looked at Sol ’ s father with an expression of incredulity. Sol didn ’ t want to hear any more. He ran towards the Sector boundary. He had always hated the idea of the forest, but he had no choice anymore. This was his only chance to escape. He stumbled through dense bushes, Thorns pulled on his clothes, but he pushed on, making it through the copse of trees and then falling onto cold ground. Hearing a consistent humming, he fumbled around for his glasses and looked for the source, scanning the trees, the ground, the sky, until his eyes landed on a building. It had a strange green glow that radiated off it like leakage from some foul radioactive material. Sol wondered what operation demanded the secrecy of a forest in the outskirts of the city. The building seemed to stare down at him in disgust, as if he was a piece of rotting meat. Sol shuddered, turned, and ran. He lumbered through the pitch black woodland, feeling his legs heavy underneath him. He was so tired. He needed to sleep. Spotting a thick pile of leaves, he gratefully lay down in the soft darkness, and closed his eyes. He could still hear the faint echoes of sirens from behind him, but nothing could stop him from drifting off to sleep. In his troubled dreams, a pair of midnight black curtains that belonged in Sol ’ s bedroom swayed back and forth in the moonlit night. The window behind them was propped open slightly, inviting the fresh air in, even on a night as cold as this one. Faint sounds of whistling crept through into the bedroom, whilst the tall figure who stood just outside climbed in … Sol felt a sharp pain in his left arm as he jolted awake. His eyes slowly adjusted to the piercing sunlight that attacked him from every direction. Feeling something wet on one of his legs, he realised that he was bleeding. He checked his pockets. Good: his father ’ s phone was still there, but what was that rustling in the bushes ahead? Something, or someone, was coming his way! He saw a flash of murky yellow.
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