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Venus was now panting and gasping for air as he swayed from side to side in desperate hope of some water of food, anything that would keep him alive. He was considering eating a piece of his backpack if it went to the extreme level, but he reserved that urge for only life and death situations. At the moment he knew he could still last about a day more.
As the day began to get even more hotter and the stench of Venus’s unwashed clothes became unbearable, the boy new that he could do nothing at this point in time. All he could do was pray. He collapsed to the floor, screaming in anguish and pain. Looking into the horizon all he could see were the endless plateaus and plans that lined the distance.
Venus now sat cross-legged and digging through his backpack. Ever so often he would find the remains of a sandwich or some popcorn, which he stuffed down his throat. Venus was now really considering eating his backpack, when in the distance, he caught the sight of a man, or woman, he couldn’t tell. Now with a glimmer of hope, the boy stood up with his last amount of strength and walked closer and closer to the figure. As Venus approached the man he realised the man wasn’t like him, wasn’t like anyone he had ever seen before.
The man was tall with a strange pattern of hair on his head. Venus looked up at the face of the creature, unaware of its danger. He put his hand out, hoping to make a friend with this creature, but instead the monster growled and looked down arrogantly at Venus.
“What is this object, and where has it come from.” questioned the unsure creature in a foreign language.
Venus was perplexed as what this had meant, but tried to decipher it the best that he could. He assumed the creature must be willing to help him, but he was wrong. Putting out his hand, Venus was sure the creature would shake it back, but instead, the monster got hold of Venus’s hand and gripped it tightly.
Venus’s hand was aching, but it wasn’t too bad, so he smiled a fake smile, but without hesitation the creature gripped his hand harder. Venus heard a crack and was sure that his bone had just snapped like a toothpick, but instead it was from the floor. It was moving, and cracks were appearing, and no, it wasn’t because of an earthquake but because of something much more sinister. Trembling Venus looked down, only to see mummified hands escaping from the barren land.
“Wha. What on earth, please someone help me, please!” pleaded Venus in a petrified voice, but it was no use, no one heard him. The hands were now creeping up to his legs, slowly and gradually pulling him into the ground. Unable to move his legs he desperately tried to wriggle free, but his efforts were all in vain, there was nothing he could do but wait for his destiny, the hands looked merciless. He knew he was going to die; it was his fate!
As the day began to get even more hotter and the stench of Venus’s unwashed clothes became unbearable, the boy new that he could do nothing at this point in time. All he could do was pray. He collapsed to the floor, screaming in anguish and pain. Looking into the horizon all he could see were the endless plateaus and plans that lined the distance.
Venus now sat cross-legged and digging through his backpack. Ever so often he would find the remains of a sandwich or some popcorn, which he stuffed down his throat. Venus was now really considering eating his backpack, when in the distance, he caught the sight of a man, or woman, he couldn’t tell. Now with a glimmer of hope, the boy stood up with his last amount of strength and walked closer and closer to the figure. As Venus approached the man he realised the man wasn’t like him, wasn’t like anyone he had ever seen before.
The man was tall with a strange pattern of hair on his head. Venus looked up at the face of the creature, unaware of its danger. He put his hand out, hoping to make a friend with this creature, but instead the monster growled and looked down arrogantly at Venus.
“What is this object, and where has it come from.” questioned the unsure creature in a foreign language.
Venus was perplexed as what this had meant, but tried to decipher it the best that he could. He assumed the creature must be willing to help him, but he was wrong. Putting out his hand, Venus was sure the creature would shake it back, but instead, the monster got hold of Venus’s hand and gripped it tightly.
Venus’s hand was aching, but it wasn’t too bad, so he smiled a fake smile, but without hesitation the creature gripped his hand harder. Venus heard a crack and was sure that his bone had just snapped like a toothpick, but instead it was from the floor. It was moving, and cracks were appearing, and no, it wasn’t because of an earthquake but because of something much more sinister. Trembling Venus looked down, only to see mummified hands escaping from the barren land.
“Wha. What on earth, please someone help me, please!” pleaded Venus in a petrified voice, but it was no use, no one heard him. The hands were now creeping up to his legs, slowly and gradually pulling him into the ground. Unable to move his legs he desperately tried to wriggle free, but his efforts were all in vain, there was nothing he could do but wait for his destiny, the hands looked merciless. He knew he was going to die; it was his fate!