Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Forest ❯ Out of Luck ( Chapter 1 )

"SilverForest"

Disclaimer: Not mine

Summary: When Joey is lost in the deep woods who will find him.

((A/N: I have no idea where this story idea came from. I was just thinking one night and decided to make it a story XD))

"Out of luck"

A swift, fast pace. Gentle wind blowing through golden hair. A slender form cutting through the thin, icy air. Joey ran at a break neck speed, despite is many injuries. All the while the baying of hounds followed his fleeing figure. Behind those pursuing dogs, where enraged men. Men dressed in heavy black boots, thick jackets, and pants. All in chase of one slave. Why go after one slave? Why, when there are so many others to choose from? To these questions Joey had no answer. He kept a quick pace; while clutching his beaten ribs. He believed them to be broken. He could not seem to shake the hounds off his trail. He would have to find a river to cross soon, or else his soul was doomed.

He panted lightly, his cold and weary body slowing down. It was one of the coldest days of the year. An artic December night, his breathe came out in a white fog. To some, who should see this, might think they have spotted an apparition. A young boy of about fifteen, running through the forest in the dead of night was not a common sighting. Dead trees seem to be closing in on him. Snagging on his already tattered clothes. As if the trees were, indeed, in cahoots with the slave catchers. Beads of blood began littering the pure white snow. Cuts from the stiff branched were shallow, but painful. He winced with each brush against the white barked trees.

Rushing water, icy river, savior to Joey. He let out a barely auditable sigh, when the cold, grey waters met his gaze. A way to cover his scent, a way to live a free life. He shivered, in what one would think was from coldness, but in truth it was anticipation. He stop short at the bank, coming to realize he could not swim. He had been so wrapped up in his escape, he did not think about the limitations. What to do… He looked around for any means of a safe crossing. He looked for the shallowest part, but could not find any. The water was too murky to see the bottom. A woeful cry pierced his train of thought. Once again his scent had been picked up upon by those hell hounds. He really had no other choice. He would have to risk it in the river. He stepped slowly in. Partly to reduce the noise he made, he was hesitant as well. To his horror, as soon as his foot hit the rivers floor he was swept off his pale toes. Taken by the river.

He struggled so hard to paddle to shore, but the stubborn river refused to release him. It held him captive in its frothy arms. Carrying him far down stream. His head went under, his struggle was becoming futile. Joey's strength was quickly leaving his tiring soul. He was sure he would die. If not drowning, the hypothermia would kill him. His lips where a pale blue and his already pale smooth features were ash white. His eyelid began to drop. He had become so tired. Something in his mind told him to stay awake, that he needed to stay conscious. Though he was losing thing battle as well. He was too weak. The rivers claws were pulling him under and he could not stop it from happening. He let out a frustrated cry, he tried so hard to live the life his mother had wanted for him. She had always told him he was to escape when she died. To leave this place of torture. He began to realize he was failing her. His azure lip trembled in a frantic pace.

'I DID escape technically,' he thought.

This was his last mind set before he slipped into a dark state.

In a tree glowing blue eyes followed the drifting boy.

- Kitsune

((That's all for now. Don't fall over the cliff.*Laughs at corny joke* R&R and I'll update soon!! Ja ne!!))