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I gasped for air. The roaring wind seemed to whip the breath
from my lips. I took in some air…not enough. My vision was pierced by flashes
of blinding light. I blinked wildly with rain pounding down on my face,
entering my mouth, my nose, my eyes. I was sprawled in the mud in the dark. I
tried to get up, tried to run. I couldn’t. I slipped again, my face slapping
against the muddy ground. I felt a hand close on my ankle. Screaming, I tried
to pull away, but it yanked me back, dragging me through the muck. I tasted the
grit of wet dirt in my mouth. I spit and tried to breathe. Yes. I caught a break in the wind and filled my lungs with air. I
wriggled through the mud and freed my leg from his grasp. Scrambling in panic,
I whimpered like a sobbing child. I slipped and slid as I crawled across the
wet earth. I found a patch of grass and pulled my weight to it. I heard him
slip behind me, and saw the splash of mud and water fly through the storm. His
knife glinted as it flew from his grip and disappeared into the darkness that
surrounded us. I held the slimy grass in my fist and heaved, sliding forward.
A crack of lightning lit up the sky, sending flashes of
light down on the earth. I pulled. The tuft I held gave way and ripped below my
grip. My heart and hopes sank as I dug my fingers into the dirt and heaved
again. I felt him reach for my ankle again, and I screamed. His hand gained a
firm grip on my leg, through my under dress. He pulled at me, scrambled, slid,
and cursed. My body slipped back towards him. The more he pulled at me, the
more I slid and the more I screeched in a scared panic. I could feel my dress
coming up above my knees as I slipped down toward him.
He pulled again, and my face hit the dirt. Precious dry
dirt. My body had scraped so far down. Thick sheets of rain quickly washed the
dirt to mud, but I found a good holding to hoist myself up. It was too late. His
hand pressed on my back. His weight fell down upon my spine. My swollen stomach
pressed into the earth. Breath escaped me. My lungs were choked. I had no room,
no room at all.
I felt his slimy wet hands on my shoulders and his sharp breath
in my ear. I heard him say, “I have you now.” He lifted himself off my body and
dragged me up after him, pulling me to my feet and gripping me tightly around
my waist. I scrambled to pull his fingers off me. His flesh tore under my
nails, but his fingers refused to move. He dragged me through the corral,
moving easily through the mud now, pulling me with him. The rain beat down on
us and thunder erupted through the night.
He found his weapon, a sword tangled in a mound of soaked
hay. He picked it up, despite my attempts to stop him. I grabbed hold of his
sword hand, fighting him, trying to make him drop it again.
I spit dirt from my mouth and screamed through the rain,
“Why?!! Why are you doing this?” I broke into sobs. “Stop it!! Stop it! No!!!”
I screeched as I fought him.
He ripped his hand out of my grasp and I wiggled around in
his hold to face him. Mud streaked down his face, rain poured over his features
and through his hair. His light hair was now wet and caked to his forehead,
face, and neck. His eyes were hard…cold, almost glowing in the darkness, those
blue eyes I loved so dearly… Eric.
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