Chicken Run Movie Characters Novels & Stories

An ear-piercing scream tears through my throat as I speedily arise running for my life as the four plump hefty chickens lunge forward to chase me like predators. We run in circles within the closure, if I leave they will be freed and the leader shall be vexed with me. "Wait. Wait!" I yell my heart hammering to their screeches as I hold onto the hem of my dress darting round and round with my bare feet my chest heaving, head spinning. This is positively not how it was supposed to go, did I perhaps do something wrong?

A reformed Chicken had summoned Mama Ivy. My plan had been to get a few wives and kids to turn up so Ween couldn’t pull any shenanigans. Nothing like a little spotlight to scare off the cockroaches. Instead, Chicken returned with half the women in the area, led by Mama Ivy. Scariest old woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something — my gran had a full beard. “I don’t know if I can,” he stammered. “I suppose I can try.” Apparently, time had healed him of any remorse he’d had.

I spent the entire movie with buttery hands and a bag of gross popcorn that I had since discarded on the floor. “You look amazing,” Chris gushes as I descend the final steps of the staircase and come to stand before him, doing a slight spin for my cousin to approve of my outfit. He has a look of pride in his amber eyes. I did everything with my cousin Chris, who acted as a brother, a parent, and a best friend. His approval meant the world to me, especially with today being the next step in my adult life as a functioning member of this pack. His mate, Jack, saunters over, giving me a once-over and a wink before snuggling into Chris’s side with a contented smile on his face. “Thank you. You tw

While running on the Mable tiles, the men in black trailed behind, but they did not make it so obvious due to the security at the airport and the CCTV too. I was still scared, but more confident to carry on with my luggage. I was sweating as hell even under the coolness of the AC. At the checkpoint, I looked around with so much fear to see if the guards were anywhere near. I did not see them even while I was waiting for my flight. I was still in fear that they would show up from nowhere and take me without caring about the security, which I relied so much on, for protection. While walking down to enter my flight, my phone beeped. I stared at the incoming message. My heart raced when I notice

I was seated in an enclosure, working side by side with my brother, Edoardo, who was checking through all the passports that were stamped and recorded at the airport today. A feat not too many can easily pull off. But Edoardo is the smartest guy I know when it comes to tech and computers. I on the other hand was checking through the bus stations. "Bingo!" He exclaimed, laughing victoriously. He turned his computer to me, and I saw the ID with the name Augusta Miller, but the face was that of Aria. The first genuine smile crossed my face for the first time in almost 18 hours. "Where is the flight headed?" I asked.

“And neither will you.” But in that split second, I made a decision. I threw all my weight against him, breaking free just enough to scream at the top of my lungs, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear. I stumbled backward, running in the same direction, to save my boy, my mind clinging to one thought— that I had to keep him safe at any cost. The darkness pressed in as I ran, my lungs burning and my legs aching, but I refused to stop. Evan’s footsteps thundered behind me, relentless, but I didn’t look back. I knew I had to keep going, to keep running, for James.

The next, Adela was on the ground, blood trickling down from her forehead, and Herbie was nowhere to be seen beneath the massive sign. “Adela! Adela!” she rushed forward, her mind racing in terror. Ralph was frozen in place, eyes wide with horror. “Mom? MOM!” Diana’s hands shook as she grabbed him, pulling him close, but her voice cracked with panic. “Somebody call an ambulance! Now!” The crowd was in chaos. People fumbled with their phones, dialing emergency numbers. Diana’s breathing was rapid, her vision blurring with fear. She had no idea if Herbie was still breathing. The thought sent chills down her spine.

She’s just too fixed on it. Cinthye waited outside the operation room door, waiting for her mother. She expected the hospital to do it’s thing. It’s job. “Cinthye Cator?” A young woman sat next to her, she excitedly took pictures of her. She immediately cover her face with a mask. But it was too late. People were caving her in. Cinthye push through, she ran as fast as she could. It didn’t matter where her feet bring her to. SHE JUST WANTS TO RUNAWAY.

If this wasn't reason enough, then, Irish didn't know what else. She couldn't help questioning herself. 'If he was resisting her all the while, then why his sudden agreement to kill her? Why not just reject her? Nevertheless, Irish didn't have enough time on her hands to think deeply about these things. She had to save herself and her baby first. To do that, her mind reverberated with only one word. “RUNAWAY.”

“…screamed, ‘I’M T-REX! I EAT CHICKENS!’ and sprinted straight for the coop, dragging three other kids behind him. The chickens panicked. The teachers panicked. I panicked. Diego almost pulled his gun.” I nearly choked on a laugh. “Diego would never draw a gun on chickens.” “Diego dragged my soul with his stare,” Maritza said. “And went, ‘Señorita, please get that child right now before these chickens have permanent trauma.’” Ash lifted his fork, trying to stab a mango. “The chickens ran super fast, Mami! They’re funny. Their butts wiggle.” He shook his shoulders as a demo. “I chased them. Then I said, ‘CHICKENS, DON’T BE SCARED, I JUST WANT A HUG!’”