I’m extremely happy to say for the past two days I have worked on a book I started writing several years ago. I’d explain more, but I don’t want to keep you hear wasting time.
I do however, technically, have to credit the artist of the song my characters play, it’s ‘Run to the hills’ by Iron Maiden.
That’s all, now for the story. (apologies for this being the unedited, not even proof read version)
Run For the Hills
The boy, wrapped in thin hospital sheets that offered very little warmth, stared blankly out the window into the mountain side. It was mid-November now, and although nobody else was there to share the grand view, he felt a strange presence, as if someone like him, whose eyes had been so well adapted to the dark of night, whose completion is so pale it almost glowed, it felt as if someone was right behind him, breathing down his neck. He could see the color of the leaves that had begun to change, the backdrop of night sky heightened his senses, and so there would be no sleeping tonight.
With a shiver going up his spine he turned to only see Nurse Rita, slow and sluggish, wheeling another patient down the hall, this one too hardly looked alive.
“Maybe something is going on.” He thought to himself, this had been the third time he seen her wheeling someone so fast asleep down the hallway.
“I just need a little fresh air” he said to himself as he cranked the rusted old window open. It squealed out as if it were in pain, echoing down the hall ways. A gush of crisp air rushed in, through the sheets, and over his body.
“You okay in there?” he heard Rita call out from the distance, she must’ve been to busy, or to lazy to come check for herself.
“I’m not doing your job for you.” he muttered under his breath, suddenly, as if on que, he wondered for a moment if she had heard him.
A thumping drum beat rang out over the intercom system, the boy jumped to his feet, his heart pounded in his chest, more drums joined in right outside his room. He stumbled into the hall way to see three boys, mirror images of himself, slapping the drums in rhythm with the song.
His eyes wide with excitement and confusion, almost a panic, “What’s going on here?” he yelled, they only seemed to be laughing. He couldn’t hear the sound of his own voice over the drumming; over the intercom came a few screeching guitar riffs joined with a foreboding voice that began telling a very familiar story.
White men came across the sea, he brought us pain and misery, he killed our tribe he killed our creed
Suddenly realizing he was the butt of some odd joke, he couldn’t figure out if he knew these boys, but they clearly knew him. He couldn’t decide if was offended of flattered. In unison the three drummers stopped to sing out;
Oh will we ever be set free
They dropped their drums and began dramatically lip syncing to the song while acting out the scenes.
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
They did a sort of bow legged gallop around the boy as if they were on horse back
Chasing the red skins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game, murder for freedom, a stab in the back,
One boy acted out the stabbing, another played the victim, falling to his knees.
The boy could do nothing but hold his head, tears streaming down his face from laughter, this really wasn’t funny, but it was.
All three join in the chorus
Run to the hills, run for your lives,
As if this wasn’t enough, flashes of light, sparks and smoke began igniting, the boys had timed out a fireworks display inside the halls of the hospital, flashes of blue and green light blinded the boy, shielding his eyes, still laughing while also having a near heart attack.
During the solo/ fireworks chorography the oldest of the trio held up a sight that read “THE HILLS” and had an arrow pointing down the smoky corridors.
He dropped the sign as the music rang out, and they began running, the boys legs felt as if they had dried in concrete, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even send the signal from his brain to his legs. They youngest boy turned back, and grabbed his hand, suddenly they were both running in unison to each other and the song.
They arrived at a turning point with perfect timing, it couldn’t have been planned better, they faced the boy and sang out the last
Run for your liiifffeee
They dropped to the floor with the end of the song, bodies convulsing in waves of uncontrollable laughter. The little one held his sides rolling and crying “I have to pee… so… bad… “
Just when the boy thought this prank was over, something lit in the fog and smoke, lights, then Rita appeared carrying a cake with the words “Happy birthday ‘Clyde’” scrolled across.
“What is this?”
“It’s your birthday! Blow out the candles and make a wish!” the littlest doppelganger yelled from the floor.
“What do mean wish, what’s a birthday?”
“Just blow out the candles!” another boy yelled.
Not expecting what was next the boy exhaled the last bit of air in his lungs and as the candles flames were extinguished came yet another tiny explosion from within the cake, splattering cake and frosting all over his face.
The kids roared with more laughter as the poor boy wiped cake debris from his face saying “ I don’t know why no one warned me out this birthday thing you people, but it would’ve been nice to know!”
The little one, still sprawled out on the floor, began to lick up bits of cake and frosting explaining “It’s called a surprise, if you knew about it the surprise would be ruined!”
“Well I most defiantly did not know anything about this!” he responded.
Rita returned to stern expression “Alright, come on Sunny up off the floor, we really do have to get out of here. The funs over.”
“Wait, don’t leave!”
“Oh, you’re coming us too.”
“I am?” he asked.
“We’re bustin’ ya outta here!” exclaimed Sunny, jumping to his feet and tugging at the boys arm.
“Wait, my things!” the boy turned to go back to his room.
“We don’t have the time, come on, we’ll get you anything you need. First shifts due in any second now.”
Rita wrapped her are around the boys shoulder leading him down the dark hallway to a door she unlocked with a swipe of her badge, next came a creaky metal staircase and the cold pavement outside. They walked directly through the group of patients, partially sleeping, and some of them muttering.
“What’s wrong with them?” the boy turned, but was pulled forward by Ritas strong arms.
“Don’t worry about them, they’ll be okay.” It now became clear to him that they were drugged and removed from the hospital to prevent the kind of confusion and excitement that Rita did not want for the birthday surprise.
“There’s a lot to explain.”
Sunny opened the back door of a trashed minivan, “Can he sit with me? Please…” He begged with big sad eyes gleaming up at the boy and Rita.
“Oh all right.” Rita said. The oldest boy pushed past them, throwing himself into the back seat of the van. Sunny, and the boy slid into the middle seat, and Rita in the driver’s seat. The middle boy came flying feet first, through the window, and crashing into the passenger side.
Rita turned the van around and began driving towards the exit, as they passed the crowd of drugged patients, the middle boy still hanging half out the window sang to them “run for your life’s”!
Rita jerked him down by his shirt tail, “Knock it off, that’s not funny at all”. She began rolling his window up with the control on her side. He faked helplessness as his arms and hands were getting stuck in the window.
“Why’d you have to do that?” he yelled at her, much to the boys surprise. He’d never imagined anyone having the nerve to yell at Rita. Then again, he never could have imagined Rita giving him and exploding cake, or breaking him out of the hospital.
The middle boy sulked in the front seat, feeling sorry for himself while Rita, silent and stone faced as usual continued driving. The boy was now seeing her in a new light, as she was, as a mother, the oldest one in the back yawned and stretched as he rolled over, and Sunny simply laid his head delicately on the boys lap. He closed his eyes and began sucking his thumb.
Within only a few minutes he and Rita were the only two still awake, other than the gentle breathing of the sleeping children, the ride was silent, and into the dark they drove.