Free THE GATE KEEPER by JULES GABRIEL Page B

thought . He felt sad but he had to take control of his
emotion.
    He
trudges to the far left side corner of the plateau. Then he turned around,
facing the path which led to the single carriage way and glance at his watch
for the crucial time. Quickly he dropped to his knees, rest and wait for the
present outcome to re-occur. The future is uncertain , his mind dictates.
     

 
    ‘Come
on boys!’ Tony bark at his gang as they try to catch up with me.
          ‘We’re
coming Tony!’ Joey responds as he rides fast behind Tony.
    ‘He’s
not gonna get away!’ Harley said aloud.
    I
tap the gear lever underneath the brake to a higher one, cycle harder and
faster. The gang slowly drop back. The road was swallowed by dense forest which
provides fresh air and proper sun shade. Farther down the road I could see a
pathway at the side of the road.
    I
furiously ride towards it. Then once I was at the pathway I stop. I notice that
thick white and rocky sand covers the pathway ahead. Thick vegetation on each
side of the footpath accommodates it. I went through it slowly while I try my
best to avoid the uneven, bumpy holes and rocky stones. Keeping the bicycle’s
thin tyres in its natural undented state was important.
    After
all I had an ethical obligation to hand it back to its owner. Honouring her
kind generosity was a must as I felt bad in the way I had asked her to lend it
to me.  She had no choice except to accept the harsh proposition of
lending. 
    As
I move on through the pathway I notice that I was exposed to an open ground.
The thick forest slowly disappears. I look at the time on my digital watch as I
cycle near the end of the path. It was time to get in before mum begins to
think that I am missing. The open ground seems to have a dead end. Something
caught my attention as I cycle off at the end of the lane to the open ground
which seems to also have an end. I turn towards it and a man dress in black
lays silent on his knees. I get off the bicycle, rest it on the grassy ground
and look at him.
    ‘Do
not come any closer…; just… pretend that I’m not here!’ He said in a frail and
quite loud, but at an exhaustive tone.
    It
seems I was expected . ‘Your face looked familiar.’ I said trying to
figure a match for his face.
    ‘Indeed
it does.’ The frail man said.
    ‘We’ve
met this morning at your place. You saw me by the window. I believe the answers
are…’ he pauses and carries on, ‘…. in the letter which I led you to it this
morning.’
    I
look at him and realised that he was the old man I saw this morning. He slowly
and frailly stands on his feet by using his hands to help him crawl upright.
    ‘I
believe it’s in the back of your back pack.’ He said as he slowly moves towards
me.
    ‘Please
do not mind me as they are coming for you. Save yourself!’ He said aloud in a
worrying tone.
    Confusion
was for certain. How did he know that there was a gang coming for me? How
did he know where I’ve place the letter I received from the mail box this
morning? I have no option but to try and eliminate the first problem. He
was right, it was only now that I realise that they were coming for me but I
could not hear them.
    I
turn around and see Tony cycling fast towards me. Stealthily with
uncontrollable speed he went through the bumpy path and behind him his gang
follows. I slowly move backward and prepares for the outcome.
     

 
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    Tony
jump off the moving bicycle and quickly head towards me. I step aside and
Tony’s bicycle went pass by, off the dead end of the plateau. At the corner of
my eye I could see him lunge a powerful punch to my face. I have to move into
another side step while I seize his wrist.
             
Immediately I move Tony in the same momentum his body was heading for. This
allows his body to pick up more speed while I easily twist his wrist into three
hundred and sixty degrees. Tony’s body went off the ground by the momentum of
his own body force and applied