Tuesday, July 3, 2012

The Henchman, Chapter Six:

Currently obsessed with this story. Cant wait to see how it turns out. Thanks for giving it a shot. :)
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I was running. I didn’t know who from, or where to, but I knew I was being chased. Hunted. Preyed upon. And I knew my only way of survival was to keep running. I was on a road of some sort, a country road or highway, maybe, as I could feel the verdant treeline rushing past me to coincide with the sound of my heavy footsteps pounding the pavement as I ran. I had no time to stop and turn around to see what was chasing me; however, I could hear sirens, I could see the flashing of lights around me as something behind me lit up my outline, casting an ominous, large shadow that danced before me as the lights alternated between blue and red. My lungs were aching, and I felt like I could feel everything closing in around me. A desperate sigh escaped my lips as stopping and surrendering began to cross my mind. Maybe they’d have mercy. Maybe they’d forgive my past transgressions for the lifetime of good that came before. Maybe they might just leave me alone and be on their way. This thought was interrupted by the ground snapping up at me just a few feet ahead of me off left. Next I heard a thunderous boom behind me. They were shooting at me! I started pushing myself even harder, now, knowing they meant to end my life. There were no more rational thoughts going through my head, and the only thing that I could think about, was my survival. I felt something strike the back of my head, and I went tumbling towards the asphalt, feeling my hands and knees lose some skin as my body tumbled roughly against the ground. My head hurt, my hands and knees were now stinging, and for a second, I felt like I had lost, and it was all over. They got me. At least I had gone down fighting, I told myself, as I tried to crawl my way to my feet. “Get up!” The voice was familiar but the internal warmth that started to creep its way back up into me couldn’t be mistaken. I looked up, and there she was, in a clearing off to the side of the road. “This way!” She was waving me towards her. I had no choice; that had to be the right way. So, with what little strength I had left, I pushed off the asphalt and launched myself towards her, feeling the air move around my face as hissing and snapping noises swarmed all around me from misfires and ill-placed shots. I dove through the clearing, and she managed to pull my body into her, allowing me to avoid another nasty fall. Looking up at her, I began to smile, starting to say something charming or sweet. “We don’t have time for that, move!” She practically screamed it in my ear, and once again, I found myself scrambling to my feet, this time chasing after her, instead of being on the other end of the hunt. Branches slapped at my face, and leaves brushed me as I moved forward through this narrow clearing, slowly gaining ground on my target, on her. And then, she stopped, and I practically ran her over, pushing us both over an edge and into a great body of water below us. Luckily, she noticed my intention, and was able to stop both our momentum in time for either of us to take a dive. “We have to jump, are you ready?” I looked at her nervously. It was a big fall, and definitely the biggest I would ever have the privilege of saying I survived, if I did. Which, looking at it from up here, I didn’t think I would. The sound of men shouting and disturbing the flora was growing louder behind us. “I don’t know…” She grabbed my hands and looked me straight in the eyes. “You have to trust me. Do you trust me?” Her eyes were not breaking away from mine. I swallowed and nodded. “Yes. Of course I do. You’ve saved me!” She began to shake her head. “No, only if you JUMP!” Suddenly, in slow motion, her body coiled and sprung outwards, away from the edge, away from the clearing we had just run through, away from all the chaos and violence behind me. There was a moment, where I got to choose: do I continue to hold her hand, and allow myself to fall with her, or, do I let go, and face whatever’s coming by myself? My instinct was to let go, but her grip was so strong, and her movements so sure, that even though my first reflex was, again, to flee, I allowed myself to be pulled away. And suddenly, everything was rushing around me. She fell below me, and just before our bodies made contact with the frigid water beneath us, she looked up, and whispered, “Let go.” And with that, suddenly, my eyes shot open as my skin came in contact with the icy water below me, only when they opened, I no longer saw a large body of water, I only see a single light source above me and a couple of masked figures in front of me. “Let’s go,” one says to the other, as he drops the now-empty bucket to the ground. “I don’t have all day, cupcake.” The reality of my situation slowly crept in on me, and I felt my stomach harden into a tight knot that made it even more difficult to breathe. “Oh look. He’s finally awake.” A hand lightly slapped my cheek and then the other. “Yeah, he’s just fine. Go get the boss.” The other man in the room didn’t say a word, turned in place, and headed out the door. “He’s going to want to have a word.” I could feel my nails begin to dig into the arms of the chair that my hands were tied down to. This was getting worse and worse by the second, and, even more excruciating, I had no idea what was going on. I suspected I would find out soon as I heard more heavy footsteps approaching from outside and down the hall.

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-SJD