| *Another of Joyce's story! This is actually a composition written for the English exam not too long ago. Joyce kindly asked me to host this up here, so I did. With minor changes. |
| Composition |
| I suddenly became aware that there was someone behind us, and my heart raced furiously with terror as I gripped John�s hand hard. �What�s the matter?� John asked in a whisper as he flinched from my tight wrench-like grip in pain. �There�s someone behind us, somewhere in the bushes at seven o�clock,� I replied nervously as my muscles tensed, ready to run. I felt John wriggle free from my grip and hold his gun in a ready position as he turned, facing whoever it was behind us. As this was my first time being out on a mission, I was scared stiff. Not knowing what to do, I turned around just as well. This was my first mission with Lieutenant John; we were ordered to set out to the enemy�s camp and poison their water supply. I was cool and confident at the beginning, but as night fell and many nocturnal animals came out, every hanging vine was a possible python and every tree root was a possible danger. The dim moonlight shortened our line of vision, and the thought of enemies creeping up upon us without our knowledge sent shivers down my spine. This time through, I was sure that there was someone behind us. We scanned the surrounding areas around us, but could not see anyone. As we had to be back at our camp by four in the morning, there was hardly any time left. We had to hurry. John reassured me and commanded me to continue with our mission. He set off, sliding into the shadows, blending into the darkness as he set out toward the enemy camps. I gave one last look around to make sure no one was around, trying to convince myself before I followed John. Just as I relaxed and lowered my gun, a pair of hands suddenly pounced down upon me. My mouth and nose was covered tightly with sweaty palms and my hands were held tightly behind me. I struggled violently, thrashing my body around like a fish on land. I used all my might and heaved myself forward, trying to push my capturer to the ground. As he was too heavy, I was beginning to feel tired. After a few attempts, I was about to give up hope, but on my fifth try, he finally fell forward on his head, knocking himself out. I frantically reached for my gun but to my horror, it had fallen to the floor during my struggle. I fell to my knees and groped around for my gun desperately. The rough ground cut my fingers and one of the sharp stones on the ground sliced my palm. It bled profusely, dripping with blood as my hand moved in all directions, searching for the gun. My heart pounded faster and faster as thoughts of my capturer recovering from his fall and killing me raced through my head. I could hear myself breathing so loudly that leaves nearby seemed to rustle from my breath. Suddenly, I heard someone groan. I was startled and turned my head around, my worst fears confirmed immediately. He had recovered. I stood up, realising that searching for my gun now had proved futile. My life was in jeopardy and I had to fight for my survival with whatever I could find. I was looking around for a weapon to fend myself with, when from the corner of my eye, I noticed that my capturer had a revolver! I reacted spontaneously, urging myself forward, and grabbing the revolver from his hoister. It was lucky for me that he was not fully conscious, for had I been any slower I would have died, I thought, as I pointed the revolver at him. I gave him one last look and shot him straight through the heart. The sound echoed through the forest and for a moment, everything was silent. Only the soft dripping of my blood and the screeches of monkeys in the distant could be heard, and the flapping of the leaves above me seemed ten times louder than usual. The forest seemed to be awakened and all the animals were startled for a moment. I waited till the forest seemed to resume its normalcy, its state of stupor, waited for the silence and calmness of the peaceful surroundings to be restored, before I set back to my camp to report. I then trudged into the night, dragging my exhausted body. My cover as a spy had then been exposed and the man I killed was someone I recognised from John�s army. They had planned to kill me here as a warning to my commandos. They had failed. And now I will continue with my mission. To kill John. End. |