Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 256

It was just then when Feng perceived something unusual.
Wait…wasn’t there a stench hovering around somewhere? So… if it’s gone, then…
And the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that he had been free from the triad’s grasp,
temporarily.
Yes! Geez… my lucky day!
No longer sensing the trailing odor, he had a sense that he had outrun them in some sort.
he was eager to take a glimpse over his shoulder.
Much to his delight,
Big mistake!
In fact, he SHOULD NOT have looked backwards when someone was in hot pursuit, not with all the yelling
taking place no more than a few meters away.
What happened in front of his eyes was nothing worse than just some grim-looking scene.
Beyond Feng was a land covered with stains of red where unthinkably many bodies, entirely riddled with
bruises, were lying down. In spite of being apparently alive, every, single moan let out by each innocent soul
was fusing bit by bit, into an elegy sung by some kind of banshee.
Sure --- all that wailing might be hurtful enough to his ear, but they were certainly nothing compared with
the howling and helpless groaning of those frozen in place or lying on the ground.
Miserable as it may be, Feng had to shake himself from misery with all efforts. With the dreadful noises of
thrashing being present once again, he had to quickly distance himself from the gang fight.
Hardly a few minutes had passed than his ear began aching the second time --- this time the sounds of
marching were multiplying drastically. The dark stampede proceeded farther like a mobile massive block,
walling up Feng and other poor souls into a dead end, in which there was clearly no way out.
“And I th-thought I had escaped, but…” grumbled Feng, clenching his jaw hard, “grr…I jumped out of the
frying pan, without a doubt. ”
THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD…
The gangs were closing in.
Chapter 3
Finding himself in a predicament he had never come across before, he recognized that in a critical situation like
this one, hiding was his only weapon to save himself.
“Hide, hide, I need to hide…” he whispered, pulling his hair frantically, “where should I go hiding…”