Sunday, August 18, 2019
Uncontrolled Fate :: essays research papers
Ã¢â¬Å"Uh oh, says Lance. Ã¢â¬Å"I can see the police. I better pick up some speed.Ã¢â¬ Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã I can still see the prison behind me after five long minutes of hard running through three-foot tall weeds. The searchlights from helicopters above provide adequate lighting for me. I take one step at a time trying not to make any unnecessary noise. As I strip down to my shorts and t-shirt I take notice to how cold it is outside. I havenÃ¢â¬â¢t seen daylight in months due to the fact that IÃ¢â¬â¢m confined to my tiny death cell. I am approaching what seems to be a forest. I see hundreds if not thousands of tall, massive trees. I figure this is the perfect hideout until I find neutral ground. The searchlights canÃ¢â¬â¢t penetrate through the thick branches of the trees, so I must now rely on my other senses to get around. I feel my way through the pitch-black forest. I get on my hands and knees to crawl. After ten gruesome minutes my head bumps into something solid. I assume it is a tree, but after close examination it turns out to be a door. I anxiously hop to my feet and to my surprise the door is unlocked. As I step through the door I feel a sense of relief. I take a deep breath and bellow out at the top of my lungs, Ã¢â¬Å"Is anyone home?Ã¢â¬ I figure itÃ¢â¬â¢s a big house so I wait for a response. Minutes pass and I begin to hear soft thumps on the floor. They become more and more thunderous as time passes. It seems as if someone is darting towards me. I panic, and out of fear I let out screech, but I am so terrified it comes out as a squeal. I run out the house. I take a look back and a bulky figure is charging towards me with a butcherÃ¢â¬â¢s knife. I cry out, Ã¢â¬Å"STOP,Ã¢â¬ but he still persists, so I prepare to go into combat. Before I could do anything I feel a sharp pain in my right shoulder. Oh it hurts. This dim-witted guy threw a knife at me. I stumble to my knees. I reach to pull the knife out, but itÃ¢â¬â¢s stuck. IÃ¢â¬â¢m bleeding uncontrollable, and IÃ¢â¬â¢m becoming dizzy. ItÃ¢â¬â¢s happening just like the movies; itÃ¢â¬â¢s getting darker and darker, stars appear, and IÃ¢â¬â¢m passed out. Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã Ã When I awake I tall, colossal man is hovering over me.