My+story(ies)

My name is Zeb. I have lived fourteen Winters and am approaching a fifteenth. My family does not have much money and nor do those around us. In the area that we live in everybody tries to help each other but there is never much to give. We live in small,old and broken down huts that offer no protection from the harsh, bitter conditions in our country of Terran. Everybody is a part of plantas, small areas where 3 or 4 famillies live in seperate huts but we share the vegetables that are grown in the planta gardens. Two days ago I heard yelling from the hut next to ours. This is quite odd because normally the people who live there are very calm and collected but for some reason Lent was yelling at his sister so much that she was crying and wouldnt stop; even when Lent left their hut. I feel sorry for Masenda because she is 2 years younger than me and Lent is a year older than me and played rugby; he was so good at it that he was made the athletics head of our school. I wanted to comfort her but I wasnt completely sure I'd be able to help and besides, she probably wanted to be alone. The next day I walked through the thick snow that lined the pathways of the road and as I came to the edge of the forest I was met by a sight that made my stomach lurch and sent a burst of adrenaline through my veins. The cut, briused and bloody body of Masenda Salten, twisted into an unnatural angle underneath the hanging, dead, suddenly very sinister branches of the trees. Then as I look around me for help, I see something that sends another shot of adrenalin through my body. The bloodied face of Lent, staring at me from deeper inside the forest. I had taken two steps forward without realising it and was about to ask him what had happened when I realised I had made a mistake and the answer was right in front of me. Just by looking at his face I could tell that he was the one who had done this, the one who had killed his younger sister. It was a ridiculus thought that went through my head at that moment and a thought that cost me my life- that maybe, if I didnt move Lent wouldnt hurt me and he would just walk past and ignore me- and as I stood there perfectly still my heart beat getting faster and louder by the second I realised that I had made another mistake. I didnt try to run or even move at all because it would be no use. Even if I did somehow manage to get away from him that didnt change the fact that I knew what he had done or the fact that he was going to keep me from telling anybody what he had done at some other time if he couldnt right now. As I looked at him warily I couldnt see //him// anymore and all I could see was this non-human monster that was pacing slowly towards me, like a tiger stalking its prey. I closed my eyes for only a second but when I opened them again he was less than quarter of a metre away from me and his eyes where shiny from- the thrill of murder?