Max struggled with his bonds. His feet barely reached the ground for leverage. He was in a losing battle. His arms were going numb, his shoulders hot with pain. “Breathe” he told himself. Closing his eyes, relaxing his muscles. Closing out the pain. Deep even breaths. Max began to try and focus, on anything, what ever helped. Max started to hum, quietly but steadily. If anyone was listening, they would have known it was to the tune of My Sharona. That’s when he felt it. The rope holding his wrists loosened. He was sure of it. He looked around, listening. Everything was quiet and it was getting dark outside. “OK Max old man, maybe a new song will help.” With that he started humming anything that came into mind, relaxing, willing the ropes to loosen.

 

 

I know I know, about time......but I kinda got addicted to facebook......and up till now I was only hooked on phonics!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  The red Sunfire was held in a steel grip. Leather clad hands held the steering wheel at precisily at 10 and 2. No music played on the stereo today. Silence was what he needed. He had an idea of how to head off Max, but a kid running scared is hard to predetermine any move they make. He knew he had one option. It made his teeth grind as he turned off the highway onto a grass covered trail. Having no back up plan made him weary, but, so did She.

 

  Elaine watched as Ed walked out of sight. Wish I could answer mother natures call so easily," she thought to herself. Sitting on the ground, Elaine took off her shoes and began massaging feeling back into her toes. Glancing at her watch, Elaine frowned. "whats taking so long?"

She walked to the edge of the clearing she was in and called out "Ed? you done yet?"  No answer. Stepping a few feet past the first tree she tried to make out Ed's footprints. All she saw was blood. Pulling her revolver she crouched behind a tree. "shit, shit, shit," Elaine screamed inside her brain. "what the hell is going on?"

 

 

 

 

    Elaine sat on a dead fall, elbows on her kness, face in her hands. "I'm not cut out for all this outdoors stuff. It's so unnatural." Laughin , Ed sat down beside her. "How can nature be unnatural? Thats funny. Your problem is your shoes. Why did you wear heels? Dis u think it was a paved walking trail out here?" Ed looked at her grinning. Admittedly, she was not prepared for a manhunt in the wilds of Canada, but it still had to be done. Ed got up and scanned the ground. "Elaine, come look at this."  There in the damp earth was a perfect boot impression. "do you think it's our guy?" she asked. "Only one way to find out," Ed replied. Silently the started off in the directin the tracks led.

 

   Stew. Meatloaf. Whatever is was, it smelled heavenly. Max was ravenous. Stirring more awake, his heart plummeted to his feet. "shit..shit!" He yelled. How the hell did this happen to him? Max was standing in the middle of an old windowless shed. The old boards on the walls had large cracks in them allowing light to filter in. Max was strung up. both wrists bound and over his head tied to one of the sheds rafters. He sagged, his shoulders red hot with pain. The rafter creaked under his weight. The only othe sound he heard was a faint thwack.  Thwack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   Max crawled closer to the sound.  Every once in a while he could catch a steeley glint just before it thudded out of sight.  He could make out an axe, moving swiftly, choppingblocks of wood. He couldn't see who was doing it, but could see they only wore one worn glove. The bare hand looked calloused from hard work. The wood cutter then stopped and stepped into view. Max's mouth hung open. A woman! She looked to be about 30 years old, her long curly blonde hair hung down her back in a loose ponytail. The woman stopped, tilted her head as if listening, then abruptly said, "I can hear ya, might as well come out." Max's heart pounded in his chest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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   The old Land rover rolled to a stop on the side of the road.  Elaine Morris cut the engine and slumped down in her seat. Her partner Ed Stanton looked out his side window thinking. Elaine finally broke the tense silence "Do you really think this is a good idea Ed? I mean, neither of us has ever really been on a manhunt before. Is it really a manhunt when you are really trying to help the guy? why is this guy running anyways? We can help him, doesn't he realize this?"

    Ed was slow to answer. "well, he's young, scared, and figures he can take care of himself. Do you think he knows more than he let on? Something about that kid, talking to him he seemed sketchy ya know. Course, he was all doped up on pain meds."

 Elaine smiled humourlessly. "lets get going, isn't this gonna be fun.  You ,me, mother nature,a crazy man on the hunt and a scared kid. Sounds like we are gonna have a full day ahead of us."  Ed shook his head and hopped out of the vehicle grabbed his backpack and headed into the trees.  Elaine follwed closely.

 

 

    Max's hands were covered in dirt. He had stopped to eat and thought he should bury his trash. Leave no trail. "I'm gonna be a freakin bushman'" Max said to himself.Wiping his hands on some moss on the deadfall he used as a table, Max got up and continued down the game trail. The air was fresh, the odd bird was singing or flitting through the trees. A light breeze sang a soft symphony in the leaves.  Thank god the sun is shining.  At least the day is nice" he smiled to himself.  Lost in thought he never noticed when the  surrounding area went dead silent. Max  felt a change in the air, almost a pressure change, a temperature drop.  He stopped and scanned the area closely. No sound. None. The silence roared at him. Even the colours around seemed to dim, draw away. Then he heard it. Straining his ears and holding his breathing, willng his racing heart to slow.  A faint thwack.    Thwack.    Thwack.  Max followed the sound, careful to stay hidden

 

 

 

So How has everyone been??? Have had a few interesting days here in the big town of Wallyworld.  A few ridays ago..went to the pub...had a few drinks...next thing I know its closing time and people had nominated my house for after the bar drinking...lol...well..I did finally get to bed by 10am.....then woken up at around noon....did catch a cat nap later...good thing cuz went and played charaeds at a friends house till 2:30am...LOL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The door slammed shut, shaking the wall and nearly upsetting the artwork onto the floor. A grey long haired cat hissed, back arched, eyes glowing luminescently.  "Fuck off cat, not now"  The man tore off his gloves and flung them across the room. Grabbing a remote off the kitchen counter and hit play. The CD fired up and soon the house was filled with Beethoven.  The man slipped out of his shoes feeling a little better, went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of rye and a few cans of coke.

 "time for me to get serious now," he muttered as he made his way to the dark depths of the back room.

 

 

Is hard trying to figure out what to do,,,and still keep the readers interested.

 

 

Hey trev...soon I hape to finally get my pics on here....as u noticed...my puter turned them upside backwards and stuff!

 

Danielles wedding was a lot of fun.....and the food was to die for...~mouth watering~

 

 

 

see ya kids in the....papers? movies? jail?...who knows!!!

well...another birthday survived!...was a good time had at Sandy's!....and I made off with some great stuff...a new teapot...booze,bandais and candy....a jenga-like drinking game....and a DVD profiling me....damn I drink alot it seems!!!  LOL

 

I was just stealing from Trevors space and am making a new photo album..

 

see ya in the movies!!

 

oh well..........whats a girl to do...update at work!!!>......LOL

 

 

 

  The red Sunfire eased out of Max's driveway and headed slowly towards the centre of town. Leather gloved hands gripped the steering wheel. Dark eyes constantly checking the rearview mirror. Tension hung in the car. Thats how he like it. Edginess. Unease. Makes one more alert. MOre, dangerous. A grin spread across his face, contorting his already awkward features. He kept eying the small satchel on the fron t seat.

 "Damn" he muttered through clenched teeth. He knew he was too late. The question now was, where to next?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   "OK Max old man, where to?" he asked himself. Opening the door Max turned out the light and stepped outside. Gently letting the door close he scanned the yard, and walked back into the tangled brush.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 A light in the house snapped on.

 "Shit!" Max cursed under his breath. He wasn't surprised, but still confused as hell. Who the hell is in there. Max grabbed a sturdy stick and slowly made his way back down the deer trail. Away from his house. Away from everything he needed. "Well," max thought "guess this means plan B." If he had only thought of one.