This post is where I started my idea, if you're confused
I'm going to put "Addition #" so you can find where I stop and start, and where you stopped reading last time.
If you spot any spelling mistakes/grammar, please point them out, kthnx,read.
Addition 1
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The Escape
He ran. Oh, he fucking ran. Nothing in this world could have stopped him. Marcs breath made a cloud of mist infront of him every second or two as he exhaled the last breaths of that putrid building. Each step he made was a step closer to freedom. He heard shouts from back in the house, they had noticed the boy was running. Marc heard dogs barking. He felt the rain collect in droplets on his face. His hair streaked infront of his eyes. The dogs were closer now, following after him. Shots whizz past him and ricochet off the ground infront of him. He glanced over his shoulder to see the two dogs about 3 yards from him. Reaching into his pocket, Marc took out his flick-knife. He turned to face the dogs. He waited for one of the German Shephards to jump at him, and with a swift kick to the side of the head, knocked him out. The other dog looked a bit wary at this, but after a quick decision decided to follow suit. Marc missed, and the dog took him down onto his back. He dropped the knife. Marc repetativly punched the dog in the jaw, over and over. He felt blood drip onto his face as he tried to keep those razor sharp teeth from his neck. With one big push he threw the dog off of him, and reached out for the knife. It was just out of his grasp, and he spun around to meet face to face with the dog again. As soon as the German Shepard made an attempt to bite his victim again, Marc grabbed both his jaws and forced them in oposite directions from each other. He heard a snap, and the dog fell limp. Marc got up as the dog struggled to his feet, with his jaw drooping. He picked up the flick-knife and readied himself for another attack. When the dog jumped at him he stuck the knife right in the eye of the beast, pushing down into the brain. With a horrifying noise he pulled the knife loose, and wiped the blood on the dogs fur, who was laying down on the road, dead. Marc picked up the pace again, his arms and face covered in scratches, his shirt ripped right down the middle, revealing his muscular build. He didn't stop untill he was sure he saw nobody following him, and heard nothing but his own heartbeat and felt his pulse beating accross his eyelid. Marc presently collapsed in a heap at the side of the road, beside a tree. Fifteen minutes later, he got up and started walking in a direction he thought was home.
Addition #2
Marc breathed a sigh of relief as he passed the signs saying "Welcome to Leeds - Please drive carefully." He hadn't been here for over 9 years. Marc was 16 now. He had been taken from his schizophrenic mother at the age of five and put into a foster home, whilst his mother was put into a mental institute. Marc ran away from his foster home two weeks ago. He walked aimlessly through the country searching for refuge. One day he would find a stream to drink from, the next he would come accross a farm on which he could steal some eggs from. Then one day he was so worn from lack of sleep, food and water that he decided just to go to the next house he could find. This was his mistake, as he went and knocked on the door of a large victorian house and begged for help. He was taken in for a meal and a bed for the night, only to be taken down to the basement and tied up. There he spent two days alone, confused, and hungry. On the third day he was practically broken, mentally and physically. The family in the house consisted of a husband, wife, a son and a daughter, both older than Marc. The father called himself Bill, the mother Nancy, the son Ryan and the daughter never talked to Marc, so he never found out her name.
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Blahhh I really wanna do bigger updates but I'm tired...
I'm going to put "Addition #" so you can find where I stop and start, and where you stopped reading last time.
If you spot any spelling mistakes/grammar, please point them out, kthnx,read.
Addition 1
[story]
The Escape
He ran. Oh, he fucking ran. Nothing in this world could have stopped him. Marcs breath made a cloud of mist infront of him every second or two as he exhaled the last breaths of that putrid building. Each step he made was a step closer to freedom. He heard shouts from back in the house, they had noticed the boy was running. Marc heard dogs barking. He felt the rain collect in droplets on his face. His hair streaked infront of his eyes. The dogs were closer now, following after him. Shots whizz past him and ricochet off the ground infront of him. He glanced over his shoulder to see the two dogs about 3 yards from him. Reaching into his pocket, Marc took out his flick-knife. He turned to face the dogs. He waited for one of the German Shephards to jump at him, and with a swift kick to the side of the head, knocked him out. The other dog looked a bit wary at this, but after a quick decision decided to follow suit. Marc missed, and the dog took him down onto his back. He dropped the knife. Marc repetativly punched the dog in the jaw, over and over. He felt blood drip onto his face as he tried to keep those razor sharp teeth from his neck. With one big push he threw the dog off of him, and reached out for the knife. It was just out of his grasp, and he spun around to meet face to face with the dog again. As soon as the German Shepard made an attempt to bite his victim again, Marc grabbed both his jaws and forced them in oposite directions from each other. He heard a snap, and the dog fell limp. Marc got up as the dog struggled to his feet, with his jaw drooping. He picked up the flick-knife and readied himself for another attack. When the dog jumped at him he stuck the knife right in the eye of the beast, pushing down into the brain. With a horrifying noise he pulled the knife loose, and wiped the blood on the dogs fur, who was laying down on the road, dead. Marc picked up the pace again, his arms and face covered in scratches, his shirt ripped right down the middle, revealing his muscular build. He didn't stop untill he was sure he saw nobody following him, and heard nothing but his own heartbeat and felt his pulse beating accross his eyelid. Marc presently collapsed in a heap at the side of the road, beside a tree. Fifteen minutes later, he got up and started walking in a direction he thought was home.
Addition #2
Marc breathed a sigh of relief as he passed the signs saying "Welcome to Leeds - Please drive carefully." He hadn't been here for over 9 years. Marc was 16 now. He had been taken from his schizophrenic mother at the age of five and put into a foster home, whilst his mother was put into a mental institute. Marc ran away from his foster home two weeks ago. He walked aimlessly through the country searching for refuge. One day he would find a stream to drink from, the next he would come accross a farm on which he could steal some eggs from. Then one day he was so worn from lack of sleep, food and water that he decided just to go to the next house he could find. This was his mistake, as he went and knocked on the door of a large victorian house and begged for help. He was taken in for a meal and a bed for the night, only to be taken down to the basement and tied up. There he spent two days alone, confused, and hungry. On the third day he was practically broken, mentally and physically. The family in the house consisted of a husband, wife, a son and a daughter, both older than Marc. The father called himself Bill, the mother Nancy, the son Ryan and the daughter never talked to Marc, so he never found out her name.
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Blahhh I really wanna do bigger updates but I'm tired...
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