0 A Short Story

Short story

In the blink of an eye, Shane has changed into his clean clothes and very soon is zooming down the pavement, clutching onto his cat for dear life. Lingering in the distance, there were two vague figures, yet they seem familiar. The boy called Shane squints, trying to make out who these incoherent silhouettes were. “Hmm…Spitfire. I know who these people are-but…but at the same time I don’t!” Shane whispered, stroking the cat lovingly. Without warning, the two shadows stride forward, leisurely, into the derelict alleyway, which was filled with shards of shattered glass.

Minutes pass by, but the boy called Shane and the strangers do not move-it was as if movement was forbidden. There was a momentary silence. At last, Shane managed a single sentence. “W-w-who a-are YOU?” the boy called Shane stammered. Suddenly, they stepped out of the shadows, revealing their faces. Before the random people could reply, the three gang members appeared with music blaring out of their boom box. Shane stops dead. Just then Shane cried out, “Mum, Dad, it’s you!” It took him every ounce and fibre in his body to run away. Darting between trash cans, the boy called Shane let out muffled sobs. Straining his ears for any trace of footsteps behind him, Shane kept pondering-What would happen next? Even though Shane longs to see his parents again, he resists and falls asleep…in a deep slumber…

All of a sudden, the boy called Shane leaps out of his bed and launches to the door. A torrent of thoughts rampaged through his mind; would they still be there? Taking a step back, Shane gazed around the room when he realized Catlegs was missing...He scrambled to his legs and launched towards the door. Darting through the alleyway, Shane slowed to a halt. Near the exit, the gang was leaning against the wall but they were not alone. On either side of them there were two blanch pale faced humans gazing on the floor with a cat on the front. All of them were smothered in blood. Shane gasped. It was Mum, Dad and Bestcat…