Post by Amber Samson on Mar 2, 2010 6:31:41 GMT 12
...Six, seven, eight, nine, ten Amber counted off the seconds in her head. Repeating them over and over – she had already reached fifty twice this horrible night. Her arms, for so long now... felt like lead, they ached, and the muscles burned. The straps of her back-pack where bitting welts into her bear shoulder (Her T-shirt was short sleeved) Threatening to drag her down. Amber, angry/distressed eyes glared her terror into the quite night. Twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three... A soft whimper escaped from her lips and was instantly lost in the gentle breeze shifting about her. She closed her eyes, waiting for the moment when she could hold on no longer, waiting for the moment where it all ended... It was, of course, that very moment that she noticed it, the silence. The sound of searching men, and swearing and swearing and groans. The rough sounds of them stalking through the otherwise silent park in search of her, these men that chased her, there sounds where gone – there was nothing but silence.
She let one hand go, let it drag down to her side, in order to let the strap of her bag fall and swig to the side. She was forced to gulp back a sound that could have been a scream as the extra weight on her right shoulder suddenly pulled at her, tearing skin off her fingers and palm and throwing her free hand up was the only thing that saved her from falling. The already ripped skin rubbed against the brunch where she was forced to hold it tight, and the beginning of blood mingled with bark and dirt. An involuntary shudder racked through her as he forced the courage to repeat the process with her other hand. More skin tore, but with groan she felt her bag fall free of her and topple all the way through the branches. Banging and scuffing against them as it fell. She Swung herself closer to the thick tree trunk and began to hard, painful climb down after her bag, groaning where the thicker, busher branches scrapped against her. They had been useful for concealing her, but fought against her now. Finally she was close enough to drop down to the ground beside her bag. To tired and sore to properly catch her weight, however, she landed with bended knees that gave way the moment they where forced to take her weight. Collapsing to the dust on her face she gave a half sobbed groan and forced herself to a sitting position.
Knowing the day was one big hell – and with the events that had brought her here, knew it was bound to continue to be so. She had been dragged through the rift only moments earlier, where she had stumbled upon a dying cat. Bending to her knees she had gently stroked its neck, a soft light giving out beneath her hands and the cat strolled away, its wounds vanished as if they where never there.
With a life-or-death urgency, she fled from the park as quickly as her battered body allowed her to go. She could not take refuge in the park again, not after the men that had seen her powers – and where obviously frightened of what they did not know had decided to chase her down. She fled instead through a dark and mostly deserted city that she knew little to nothing about. The darkness did more to frighten her, rather the comfort. For she knew not where she was, or why she was in this strange new world. All she knew was that these people where different to her own, and that for it, they where ready to kill her.
She had no one, and nowhere left... who would save this stranger?
She let one hand go, let it drag down to her side, in order to let the strap of her bag fall and swig to the side. She was forced to gulp back a sound that could have been a scream as the extra weight on her right shoulder suddenly pulled at her, tearing skin off her fingers and palm and throwing her free hand up was the only thing that saved her from falling. The already ripped skin rubbed against the brunch where she was forced to hold it tight, and the beginning of blood mingled with bark and dirt. An involuntary shudder racked through her as he forced the courage to repeat the process with her other hand. More skin tore, but with groan she felt her bag fall free of her and topple all the way through the branches. Banging and scuffing against them as it fell. She Swung herself closer to the thick tree trunk and began to hard, painful climb down after her bag, groaning where the thicker, busher branches scrapped against her. They had been useful for concealing her, but fought against her now. Finally she was close enough to drop down to the ground beside her bag. To tired and sore to properly catch her weight, however, she landed with bended knees that gave way the moment they where forced to take her weight. Collapsing to the dust on her face she gave a half sobbed groan and forced herself to a sitting position.
Knowing the day was one big hell – and with the events that had brought her here, knew it was bound to continue to be so. She had been dragged through the rift only moments earlier, where she had stumbled upon a dying cat. Bending to her knees she had gently stroked its neck, a soft light giving out beneath her hands and the cat strolled away, its wounds vanished as if they where never there.
With a life-or-death urgency, she fled from the park as quickly as her battered body allowed her to go. She could not take refuge in the park again, not after the men that had seen her powers – and where obviously frightened of what they did not know had decided to chase her down. She fled instead through a dark and mostly deserted city that she knew little to nothing about. The darkness did more to frighten her, rather the comfort. For she knew not where she was, or why she was in this strange new world. All she knew was that these people where different to her own, and that for it, they where ready to kill her.
She had no one, and nowhere left... who would save this stranger?
