Group+C

Unsaid Looney, Ninja Teen, Blade Ring, Barren In, Aces Jibs, Nerve I Rink are the creative student who make up Group C. They have decided to write an adventure story set in the past. This story is sure to be an erie page turner.

Group C

All Lance heard was the roar of the crowd as Claude crossed the winning line once again. Claude was known as champion of the chariot. Claude’s deep brown eyes scanned the crowed and took a winning bow. Meanwhile, Lance pet his black stallion, Jack. Lance strolled over to Claude, with his armor clanking. While in his eyes you could see jealousy. Lance wanted him DEAD! “ Good job Claude,” said Lance bitterly, over the noise of crowd. “You are true to your title.”  “Well, winning was inevitable**.”** Claude said in a pompus tone.  “Don’t be so cocky, it could lead to something you may regret.” Lance advised. “Or worse.” He muttered under his breath.  “ A champion has no need to converse with the likes of you, be gone!” Claude said as he turned to the crowd and took another bow. The crowd was going insane as Claude stood prodly, basking in the glory of his triumph.  Lance pondered for a moment. “With the crowd watching, killing him now would result in my own death. For now I will wait.”  He mounted his hourse and trotted out of the arena, ingulfed in his own rage.  The sun beamed down on the roman plains, but the darkness in lance’s heart made it all seem meaningless. He was hatching a sinister plan. The time passed by. Lance had not been seen, for he had come up with his sinister plan. He knew what he had to do in order to gain the title from Claude. He had remembered that horrible pet snake that almost cost him his life. It belonged to Claude. It was the only way. But when will he begin? Lance decided to put his plan into action. It had to be the right time, the right place, and no witnesses. The sun went down, and the sky darkened. It was time, Lance thought to himself. He gathered his supplies and shoved them into his bag and left. Lance looked for witnesses, creaked open Claude’s door, and closed it behind him. The moon light lit up the room. Claude laid there in his bed in a deep sleep. Lance looked around for Claude’s pet snake, and spotted it on a post. Lance got closer to Claude. He opened his bag and took out two needles. He inserted two needles close together on Claude’s arm. They looked like snake bites. And Lance had completed his plan and ran out the door to commence phase two, as the poison set in. He snuck into Claude’s barn, where his prized award winning horses slept. Lance crept to Claude’s best racing horse, but as he approached it, the horse stirred from its sleep. “I will have to make this quick.” Lance thought. He quickly took another needle, filled with snack venom, from his backpack and inserted it near the sleeping animal’s heart. Almost immediately its heart failed and the poor creature slumped to the ground, dead. “Now for the chariot.” Lance thought maniacally. He filled the chariot with hay and lit it ablaze. Suddenly the flame caught on the trail of hay leading to the barn. Lance barley escaped the scorching blaze as he staggered backwards, startled by the sudden bust of flames. He stood, memorized, by the glowing beauty of the fire. The sharp howl of a wolf brought Lance back to reality and, realizing what he had done, fled the scene. Little did he know, someone was watching from the shadows. Claude was woken from a dreadful sleep by a sharp howl that pierced the silence of the night. The same one that had snapped Lance back to his senses. From his bed he could see something, or someone, hurrying across his yard. Claude stumbled weakly out of bed and crept to the window. To his horror, his barn was on fire, his barn filled with his beloved animals. He backed away from the window in shock and bumped his arm against the bed post. To his surprise, his arm stings. As he examines it, he notices the snake bite shaped dots, left by Lance's needles, it sends a wave of terror across his face. "Snake venom is the deadliest of all poisons." Claude recalled. That night Claude, too worried about the venom to remember his barn, fell into a restless sleep as the venom slowly took hold of his body. Making him deadly sick. "Faster Jack, faster."Lance said to his horse as he passed his competition to claim first place. A wide smile spread across his face as he crossed the finish line, proud of his accomplishment. He received his medal without an ounce of guilt for what he has done to Claude. A few people were skeptical, wondering where Claude was. After few more winning races everyone was asking questions. Lance couldn't escape the constant questioning, finally, he stop racing in hope that they would leave him alone. Then one day, someone went looking for Claude. They enter his house and were shocked to find him dying in him bed, nearly unable to move. They rushed him to the doctor where he was hospitalized for many weeks. All fingers pointed to Lance, how he despised Claude until one day he disappeared. How he had a sudden winning streak. How the barn was burned to the ground the day before Claude stopped racing. How Lance also stopped racing as people rose suspicions. Lance had to go into hiding, going to live deep in the forest where no one would look, where no one would find him. But the downside was that he couldn't tell if they were looking for him or if they had forgotten. Months passed, and a horrifying discovery was made. The day the barn was burned there had been someone inside, a young, thirteen year old, girl named Faith. She was beautiful girl with doll like features and porcelain skin, an animal lover. That is why she was in there; she had fallen asleep while playing with the lambs. She had been Claude's only niece. She had been burned alive by the fire. Claude's outrage was evident, he insisted on being released early from the infirmary, to go looking for Lance.

Claude’s numb body wasn’t able to search for Lance alone. Therefore he rounded up all his armored men and headed into the woods. Each and every man held tightly a spear and shield, eager to capture their enemy, Lance. Lance on the other hand was wondering what to do next. Lance was startled by the shudder of the ground. His heart beat faster than ever before. Before he knew it, he was making a startled run in the opposite direction. He never stopped running until he heard the splashing of the roaring waves. The only way he could escape was by ship. No one was around for it was midnight. The moon shone down brighter then ever before. Lance felt this was his one and only way to survive any further. He takes one step then stops as he realizes he’s not alone. A gust of feisty wind carried a screeching yell! “HELP“ Lance followed the cry for help, and it suddenly became quiet. What caught Lance’s attention was a faint sobbing from a distance. Lance hesitated before he took a step closer to the strange noises. “Help ...“ a faint whisper broke out from the darkness. He decided to walk closer. As Lance neared the edge of the forest, he noticed a dark figure crouched against a tree. It had to be the source of the sobbing. “Hello, who is there?” Lance said cautiously. There was no answer. “What is wrong?” Lance said slightly louder. “You know perfectly well what is wrong, Lance.”The dark figure said as he rose from the shadows. Lance knew immediately that it was Claude back for his revenge. Suddenly, ten soldiers, mounted on horses, emerged from behind the trees. “You poisoned me, burnt my farm and killed my niece, now you will pay the price.” Claude lunges towards Lance, determined to avenge his beloved niece’s death. At the same instant, Lance knew he only had one chance of escape. Lance let out a high pitch whistle. Claude stumbled to a halt from confusion. Suddenly, Jack the black stallion burst from the darkness and streaks past Claude and his men. While Jack is galloping at full speed, Lance jumps on his back and makes an attempt at escape. The pursuit begins as Lance races down the edge of the forest. On one side of him, there is an endless forest, on the other, a sixty foot cliff leading strait to the rocky shore. His only option was to galloped along the edge of the cliff. Lance was neck and neck with one of Claude’s men. To his surprise, Lance drew a gleaming bronze sword from Jack’s saddle. With one swift movement Lance chopped the soldier’s spear in two. The angered soldier attempts to ram Lance off the side of the cliff with his horse. But lance was one step ahead of his opponent, he sees him coming and stops dead in his tracks. The soldier failed to notice that Lance stopped and flies off the cliff. The two final soldiers were on Lance’s tail. Running at full speed Lance leads them straight towards a giant tree. At the last moment Lance makes a sharp left back towards the cliff. The confused soldiers keep going and ram into the tree. Now, only Lance and Claude remain. As the two neared the edge of the path, Lance realizes that at the end of the path there was an 80 foot cliff in front of him, and at the bottom were jagged rocks and crashing, perilous waves. Lance only knew one thing, galloping at full speed, he would not be able to stop in time. He had to make a decision, try to stop Jack and hope for the best, or jump off and see what happens. Claude, seeing the panic in Lance’s face, yanks on the reins, trying to stop his horse. Lance wasn’t as lucky, seeing that time was running out he grabs his sword and leaps off Jack. Jack stop in the nick of time, but frightened by the drop, gallops off into the forest. Lance, injured by the jump, lay on the ground. Claude got off horse and started walking over to Lance, who was in excruciating pain. “Again, it appears you have placed second.” Claude said in his usual pompous tone. As he reaches Lance He places his spear next to his throat. “Any last words.” “Yes, it was a mistake that you were ever born, but I can fix that.” With that Lance kicks Claude in the stomach. Claude stagers back, stunned. Lance charges at him with his sword, but Claude deflects his attack with his spear and pushes him down. “No more hesitating, no mercy, now you die!” Claude brings his spear down on Lance, but Lance blocks it with his sword and knocks away Claude’s spear. The spear went flying and landed on the edge of the cliff. Claude scrambles to grab his only weapon, but it fell off the edge down into the ocean below. “Ha! You are defenseless now, prepare to die.” Cries Lance as he lunges toward Claude. Claude, expecting this, kicks the sword from Lance’s grip and it too, went flying into the ocean. “Now you too, are defenseless.” said Claude. “Not quite, Claude.” Replied Lance as he kicked Claude in the chest. Claude stumbles back onto loose gravel and looses his footing. As Claude plunges to the ocean below, Lance hears someone coming and ran into the forest. Never to be seen again.

