Heart Flutters

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March 8th, 2010 | by admin | Open Question: What do you think of this part of my story? I edited it….?
My breath came in short, quick gasps. I could feel my energy waning. And yet, I still had to keep going. This was my only chance. Our only chance. My life and his?intertwined from day one, though unapparent for at least a few weeks.
Since I hadn?t been paying attention to where I was going?running, really?my foot caught in a small divot in the dirt road and I plunged toward the ground. My face hit the gravelly dirt first, resulting in bruises and cuts, no doubt. But there was no time to think about that now. I struggled unsteadily to my feet again and lurched forward, running again.
It probably didn?t help that I had no idea where I was going. Ian would?ve been able to help me. If he?d been here, I probably would?ve yelled to him, ?You know where we?re going, right? We?re not heading back to a horde of angry Beneath-ers, right?? He would?ve calmed me, comforted me, and made me feel safer. Yeah, but he wasn?t here. He was locked up somewhere, and I had no way of reaching him. It would only be a matter of time before they realized I was missing and came after me, too. I could practically already hear their heavy footfalls coming right behind me, the bray of their hunting dogs and their keen noses, already onto my scent?
Shut up, Cynda! I told myself furiously, shaking my head as I continued to run. This is NOT going to help anything! Or so I told myself. That was the slightly smart part of my brain talking.
All of a sudden, a bright light flared up ahead of me. I skidded to a stop, my eyes wide. My heart was pounding in my throat, and my breathing kicked up a notch. What was this?
?Cynda!? a voice hissed. A familiar voice.
?Ann?? I hissed back when her face came into focus. Anyone familiar now was a welcome. ?Jesus, you nearly gave me a stroke!? I glanced behind me. ?Do you have somewhere to hide? I?m kind of in a hurry??
?Oh, yes, of course,? she said, beckoning me toward her. I looked closer and saw what appeared to be a cave, a hole in the wall. Not caring what it was, I pushed past Ann and stole into the hole, ready to curl up in a tiny, frantic ball if need be. But I didn?t have to. There was plenty of room. Ann came into the cave with me, pushing something over the entrance. Irrationally, my heart skipped a beat, watching her blocking the exit. She had a candle in one hand, and it lit up the cave. She turned toward me with an apologetic look on her face.
?I?m sorry, Cynda,? she murmured, her eyes darting down to her hands. Mine did, too, and saw a sharp dagger in them, glinting silver in the candelight?.

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:21:01 GMT

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