Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24833538-20150912024003

Blue opened upon blue dashed with white. Brown lay beneath flooded with pools of red. Whispers of a dying flame sat in the middle. Breathless bodies, at least five, were scattered across the camp grounds like a child’s dolls, forgotten, their flesh missing from various parts of their bodies, bright cherry red.

            Jacopo had woken to this mess with no memory of the past twenty-four hours. Jacopo woke slowly at first and felt around with his fingers, his eyes locked on the sky. They came back wet and red. It took a few seconds for his mind to register what he’d touched. That’s when the panic set in.

            The sight of the blood opened his eyes, literally, to the sight around him. He sat up and watched a flock of black birds flee from an area of fir trees.

            In front of him lay the body of a twelve year old boy in a cub scout uniform. His eyes were wide in fear and stared right through Jacopo. One eye fixed on him, the other’s white drowned in blood.

            Everything felt surreal. He was dreaming. He had to be. He hoped.

            The stench of the bodies reached his nose and confirmed his fear that it wasn’t a dream. A soft gurgling sound could be heard to his left. A man was dragging himself across the dirt, choking on thick red foam. He traveled a few feet before becoming still. Silence filled the air again, but seemed heavier this time.

            Jacopo fumbled his hands around his person and pulled out a slender rectangle. He quickly tapped the phone until he found what he was looking for.

            “Come on, come on, pick up!” Jacopo was panicking now, as any rational human being would. The ringing seemed to be dragged out. The soft click between each electronic ring pricked at his ears. He could hear clearer than before. Finally, a ring broke and a voice could be heard.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Jake? What the hell’s going on?” the owner of the voice sounded like he knew something Jacopo didn’t.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “That’s why I called,” Jacopo said, willing his voice to be steady. “Listen, Daniel, something happened. Something bad.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Yeah, I know,” Daniel’s voice was low. He ran his left hand through his curly red hair. “Two suits came to the door asking for you. What did you do? You said you were clean. You promised me. I don’t know what you did but you can’t come back here, they’ll be looking for you here. You know where to meet me. Meet me there in an hour.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            A click signaled the end of the conversation.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            Jacopo stood still. He didn’t know what was happening but he knew it wasn’t good. He also knew that his best friend Daniel knew more than he did, albeit not much more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            He took one last look around at the red rum around him and bolted into the woods, heading towards their meeting spot, the newly spawned sirens growing fainter.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%">note: (This is just the beginning but I want to see if my metaphors are too vauge. However any and all critique are obviously welcome) <ac_metadata title="Blue Eyed Boy (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>