Fiction: Group 3
Barbaric Black
Harrow International School Hong Kong, Wang, Sally - 12, Fiction: Group 3
t was pitch black. Darkness surrounded him like a terrified beast crawling around with its menacing
shadow.
Gradually, he opened his eyes. It was so hard to see because everything was so gloomy and sulky. The air
was as dry as a scorching desert, wasps and bees were everywhere, buzzing and humming around him, like
an unstoppable army. There were no living things except him and the bugs: no plants, no animals, and
definitely no water. He yawned his eyes clenching together as brown, dusty air flowed in and out, in and
out, through his lungs.
This is Felix Lockers, a young chemist who has just spread his fame through the little town of Aldershot. He
was very pale, and sat very still with a feel of intensity.
Big bronze locks chained around his body, with its colours fading away.
The door opened. Finally, a shaft of bright light came in, lighting the whole room up. Like a knife piercing
his eyes.
In front of him, stood a huge figure with a thick black moustache, an extremely “big” body with muscular
arms and a black cloth wrapped around half of his face. He stood in a spine-chilling way and stared down at
the chemist with his empty, vacant eyes. The chemist began to shiver, with his hand shaking frantically, and
his face turning paler and paler.
Poor Felix didn’t have a single clue about what was going on, his teeth clattered as he tried hard to say
something.
“Um, s-i—r, I, a, m, Felix Loc-ke-rs, a chemist from Aldershot. Please don’t hurt me, I didn’t do
anything...”
The man looked at Felix with fierceness, he then muttered, “So, you are zis Jimmy Porttown, da scientist
from Al-do-shot?” Felix was confused and muddled,
why does this man want him? Who is he anyway?
And where am I? Why am I locked? Am I a prisoner?
Questions came flooding back to him like a flowing
river.
“No sir, I’m not Jimmy Porttown.” Felix stated clearly. Felix knew Dr Porttown from Aldershot, he waas
the most famous chemist in our state, and everybody knew him.
The hairy man stared curiously at Felix, and then he walked around him several times. “I see.” He mumbled
suspiciously after crunching and digesting a rather large piece of chocolate biscuit.
The chemist’s stomach began to churn, like a whooshing washing machine. He looked at the food with
great desire, with his jaw opened, he begged the man if he could have something to eat.
Slowly, the man seemed to have understood him. He turned around, shouted something, and he unlocked
the big chains that wrapped around the chemist.
After some time, a tiny man came running in, his sweat running down his cheeks as he went. He carried a
simple basket, made out of straws and wood. The little man bowed to the other man politely, after handing
him the basket.
The man then turned to me and shoved the basket into my hands.
“Thank you very much.”
“No need to say fanx, just eat your food la!” He said dismissively.
Felix started stuffing chunks of food into his dry mouth-he hadn’t eaten for days!
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