Fanon:Rose's War/author discussion

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Chapters

Chapter	Author	Chapter Release Date	Done?
Chapter 6	Blue12porcupine	Wednesday 14 August	No
Chapter 7	Chunkyheels	Saturday 17 August	No
Chapter 8	Xxgreenbunnyxx	Wednesday 21 August	No
Chapter 5	Hushbr	Saturday 24 August	No
Chapter 6	Blue12porcupine	Wednesday 28 August	No

Gas

I took out the paperwork, slowly looking at the date. It was old and had stains on it. I opened it up and the paper crinkled as it unfolded. I put it back, I didn't want to learn anymore of the truth about my parents. They had lied to me for all those years and I had believe them. Could mum be a spy as well? That would explain the late evenings and all those injuries. I needed to know the truth, it could be something important. I took it out, when I heard a window smash. Then a couple more, this was bad.

Michael fluttered his eyes open, "Whats happening?" he yawned. His hair ruffled, his eyes teary. He was so innocent, this war brought nothing but devastation. This was has to stop. "I don't know," I replied. I couldn't lie to him now, I didn't know what was happening. I heard gunfire, Michael looking more scared now, I was scared too. It then stopped, everything went quiet. I could only hear me and Michael breathing, had they stopped? I then looked at the door and saw this yellow gas crawl underneath it. "Michael," I yelled, this was panicking. It could be poisonous, how stupid could I be to forget the gas masks. I looked at Micheal he hadn't replied, he already looked half dead. It was too late, but not for me. I held my breath trying to get away from the gas. I couldn't leave him on the floor, I dragged him and held him by my waist. I grabbed a chair and stood on it, Michael face was lifeless.

I couldn't keep this up, I just wanted to give in. I was so tiered, the new truth about my parents kept haunting me. All I wanted to do was sleep, sleep...

Prisoned

I opened my eyes, I was in some thought of bed made of iron. I looked at ceiling it was rustic and makeshift. The room was very small and not vey homely. The floor was cold stone with a rug near the bed. Its was very simplistic colours and looked very old and used. The only objects in the room was the light on the ceiling and the table near the bed. The room in a few words was makeshift and old. I sat up and one word shot into my mind, "Michael!" I screamed.

The word Michael echoed through the room, there was no reply, I ran to do the door. It was bolted and locked, made of iron, I wouldn't be able to knock it down. I looked around the room, there was nothing useful to break out. I was trapped. Alexander must have captured me, he must know about my parents job. What has he done with Michael, I screamed help until my voice could not take it anymore. I looked on the table and saw a meal, I slowly ate it. I forget how hungry I was, it was not that nice but it was better than nothing.

I then noticed another thing on the bed a book, I open it up. It was my favourite book, what a coincident. I opened it up and starting reading chapter 1, Captured and waiting. I flicked to the next page, when I heard some footsteps. I could tell it was one person, male. There footsteps were loud but with no echo. Each footstep brought me closer to my fate. What was in store for me, did not look good. I listed in my mind all my achievements in life and what I would of done if I lived. I would of lived a long life and might of have kids. I then thought of Michael so younger than me, never been to school. I should of saved him, but how.

The key latched in the door and the strange figure entered the room...