Post by moodybleu on Sept 4, 2005 11:54:16 GMT -5
I actually had this on another site, and had a few responses. Hopefully that'll change a bit. Enjoy anyway...
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Part 1
She couldn't remember all of the details that had happened from that night. All she remembered was getting off of the subway, walking along the dark streets, and turning her head to the sound of voices coming from behind her. She tried to run, but the dark, menacing figures were able to grab a tight hold of her before her feet could pound the heavy pavement.
Everything else at that point was a slight blur. She had felt herself being dragged down to the pavement in the dark, kicking and screaming. A sudden sting began to burn against parts of her skin, and more blows formed to the sides of her abdomen and back. She remembered hearing threats and felt someone spit in her face before blacking out for what seemed like hours.
She then looked up at the dark, heavy skies with a glazed confusion on her face. Every moment was already a blur, and all she now wanted to do was die.
Suddenly, thunder cracked and a heavy, cold rain fell from the dark skies, soaking everything around her. She slowly walked along the sidewalks, letting the rain fall on top of her in huge droplets. She then stopped short, turned and walked in the middle of an empty road. She stood there and closed her eyes, waiting for something to hit her head on.
She immediately felt numb and weary, and collapsed to the ground.
She then heard the sound of a horn in her direction. Before she could open her eyes and stare up at the bright headlights, someone grabbed her and brought her back to the sidewalks. She heard a loud buzzing sound along with some voices and saw some eyes stare at her in worry before she could pass out again.
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He walked through the darkness of night and suddenly heard the loud rumble of thunder from above. When he looked up, a heavy cluster of rain began to fall, getting him completely soaked from head to toe. As he tried to escape the downpour, he stopped and spotted a figure struggling to stand up in the middle of the road. He then noticed a bright light from the corner of his eye and spotted a huge pick-up truck heading towards her.
Without hesitation, he ran into the street, grabbed the figure and brought it to the other side, watching the driver speed off without stopping. He turned his head and saw her struggling on her side and breathing heavily, as if she were about to expire. A scrape had already formed on her forehead, and he noticed a huge dark stain in the center of her shirt, along with some heavy bruises and cuts.
She stared at him in shock and began to tremble. Before he could ask her anything, her eyes closed and he quickly caught her before she could hit the other side of her head. The cuts began to seep and he struggled to rip his coat off and wrap it around the victim before he could lift her up and bring her to safety.
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(Hours later)
She slowly struggled to breathe and open her eyes, but could only wince in pain. Everything in her body felt stiff as ice including the pounding of her head and stomach. A chill flowed up and down her spine as she struggled to move.
She suddenly felt something warm and damp upon her forehead as it slowly moved and pressed down on her gently. She tried to open her eyes again, but her vision was blurred. She couldn't tell who the person was but she soon started to see a pair of dark eyes stare at her. Her entire body started to tremble in fear and worry, but was calmly stopped when the person placed a calm, warm hand to the side of her cheek.
"It's OK," the figure whispered, "You'll be safe here."
She then felt something trickle down from the corner of her eye. A tear.
The figure gently wiped it away and whispered, "Don't worry. You're not in danger anymore. Just rest."
Before she could fall asleep again, her voice cracked:
"Wh...who are you?"
She missed his name by the time she drifted off into a deep sleep.
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He slowly placed the warm blanket on top of her and watched her sleep peacefully for a moment. The storm had finally cleared, and the small sliver of the moon began to shine eerily through the window, reflecting the spare bedroom. She was about his age with dark hair, but looked younger than his motley group of comrades. It was a relief to finally watch her sleep in peace after hours of struggle. She was still damp from the storm, and her wounds were finally cleaned, stitched and bandaged. But all that mattered now was that she was resting comfortably without a fight.
"How is she?"
He faced Celina and replied, "Whatever it is, I'm sure she'll sleep it off."
"Jim, she was near death. You can't just assume that she'll 'sleep it off'. Let alone survive through the night without the proper medicine we're supposed to have here."
"I'm sorry. It's just..."
After a moment of silence, Jim glanced back at the bed momentarily as Celina started again.
"You know her...don't you?" she asked.
"What makes you think that I do?"
"It was just a question. Calm down."
"Well, no. I don't know who the hell she is. I just didn't want her to be tossed aside out there like a pile of junk. OK?"
Celina glanced at her with Jim and mentioned that she isn't a part of their clan.
"Yeah? How would you know?" Jim replied through gritted teeth.
Celina then grabbed him by the collar and led him outside into the hallway, closing the door slightly.
"That girl," Celina replied, lowering his voice, "is a stray. She could've been infected..."
"She's not infected. From what I saw out there, she was escaping from an attack or..."
"She could be faking it..."
"Not from what you and I just went through, trying to calm her down and fix her wounds. And those markings..."
Jim stopped for a moment and glanced at Celina.
"Just do me a favor? Let me take care of it, and do your own thing. OK?"
Jim slowly opened the door again and slipped inside the bedroom, letting it shut behind him in silence. He then grabbed a chair, placed it a few feet away from the left side of the bed, and sat down, watching the girl sleep in silence again.
(To be continued...)
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Part 1
She couldn't remember all of the details that had happened from that night. All she remembered was getting off of the subway, walking along the dark streets, and turning her head to the sound of voices coming from behind her. She tried to run, but the dark, menacing figures were able to grab a tight hold of her before her feet could pound the heavy pavement.
Everything else at that point was a slight blur. She had felt herself being dragged down to the pavement in the dark, kicking and screaming. A sudden sting began to burn against parts of her skin, and more blows formed to the sides of her abdomen and back. She remembered hearing threats and felt someone spit in her face before blacking out for what seemed like hours.
She then looked up at the dark, heavy skies with a glazed confusion on her face. Every moment was already a blur, and all she now wanted to do was die.
Suddenly, thunder cracked and a heavy, cold rain fell from the dark skies, soaking everything around her. She slowly walked along the sidewalks, letting the rain fall on top of her in huge droplets. She then stopped short, turned and walked in the middle of an empty road. She stood there and closed her eyes, waiting for something to hit her head on.
She immediately felt numb and weary, and collapsed to the ground.
She then heard the sound of a horn in her direction. Before she could open her eyes and stare up at the bright headlights, someone grabbed her and brought her back to the sidewalks. She heard a loud buzzing sound along with some voices and saw some eyes stare at her in worry before she could pass out again.
----------------------------
He walked through the darkness of night and suddenly heard the loud rumble of thunder from above. When he looked up, a heavy cluster of rain began to fall, getting him completely soaked from head to toe. As he tried to escape the downpour, he stopped and spotted a figure struggling to stand up in the middle of the road. He then noticed a bright light from the corner of his eye and spotted a huge pick-up truck heading towards her.
Without hesitation, he ran into the street, grabbed the figure and brought it to the other side, watching the driver speed off without stopping. He turned his head and saw her struggling on her side and breathing heavily, as if she were about to expire. A scrape had already formed on her forehead, and he noticed a huge dark stain in the center of her shirt, along with some heavy bruises and cuts.
She stared at him in shock and began to tremble. Before he could ask her anything, her eyes closed and he quickly caught her before she could hit the other side of her head. The cuts began to seep and he struggled to rip his coat off and wrap it around the victim before he could lift her up and bring her to safety.
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(Hours later)
She slowly struggled to breathe and open her eyes, but could only wince in pain. Everything in her body felt stiff as ice including the pounding of her head and stomach. A chill flowed up and down her spine as she struggled to move.
She suddenly felt something warm and damp upon her forehead as it slowly moved and pressed down on her gently. She tried to open her eyes again, but her vision was blurred. She couldn't tell who the person was but she soon started to see a pair of dark eyes stare at her. Her entire body started to tremble in fear and worry, but was calmly stopped when the person placed a calm, warm hand to the side of her cheek.
"It's OK," the figure whispered, "You'll be safe here."
She then felt something trickle down from the corner of her eye. A tear.
The figure gently wiped it away and whispered, "Don't worry. You're not in danger anymore. Just rest."
Before she could fall asleep again, her voice cracked:
"Wh...who are you?"
She missed his name by the time she drifted off into a deep sleep.
---------------------------------
He slowly placed the warm blanket on top of her and watched her sleep peacefully for a moment. The storm had finally cleared, and the small sliver of the moon began to shine eerily through the window, reflecting the spare bedroom. She was about his age with dark hair, but looked younger than his motley group of comrades. It was a relief to finally watch her sleep in peace after hours of struggle. She was still damp from the storm, and her wounds were finally cleaned, stitched and bandaged. But all that mattered now was that she was resting comfortably without a fight.
"How is she?"
He faced Celina and replied, "Whatever it is, I'm sure she'll sleep it off."
"Jim, she was near death. You can't just assume that she'll 'sleep it off'. Let alone survive through the night without the proper medicine we're supposed to have here."
"I'm sorry. It's just..."
After a moment of silence, Jim glanced back at the bed momentarily as Celina started again.
"You know her...don't you?" she asked.
"What makes you think that I do?"
"It was just a question. Calm down."
"Well, no. I don't know who the hell she is. I just didn't want her to be tossed aside out there like a pile of junk. OK?"
Celina glanced at her with Jim and mentioned that she isn't a part of their clan.
"Yeah? How would you know?" Jim replied through gritted teeth.
Celina then grabbed him by the collar and led him outside into the hallway, closing the door slightly.
"That girl," Celina replied, lowering his voice, "is a stray. She could've been infected..."
"She's not infected. From what I saw out there, she was escaping from an attack or..."
"She could be faking it..."
"Not from what you and I just went through, trying to calm her down and fix her wounds. And those markings..."
Jim stopped for a moment and glanced at Celina.
"Just do me a favor? Let me take care of it, and do your own thing. OK?"
Jim slowly opened the door again and slipped inside the bedroom, letting it shut behind him in silence. He then grabbed a chair, placed it a few feet away from the left side of the bed, and sat down, watching the girl sleep in silence again.
(To be continued...)
good work and keep it up
