Staring at her captor in defiance, Star pulls at a lock of her hair. What right did he have to lock her away like this?
She was already
planning on how she would escape. Bitter and angry about the whole situation, she looks over her shoulder to see where he’s at, searching with her
hand for the knife that she has strapped to her inner thigh. If he had been part of her clan, he would have known by her body markings that she was a
skilled warrior, he would have known by the eloquent lines of smoke permanently inked upon her flesh that she was a deadly assassin as well. If he had
known any of that, he might have had a chance to survive.
Her eyes screamed their hatred as she waited for the right time, still keeping her hand on the knife she follows his every move around the cave. When
he is stationed with his back towards her, she makes her move. Silent but swift, she closes the distance between herself and the man, coming up behind
him with the knife drawn, ready to pierce his flesh. She shoves the knife quickly into his abdomen, pushing it deeper and deeper until she finally
feels it hit the meat of the kidney.
He didn’t even have time to scream before he fell to the ground unconscious. She pulls his body to an upright sitting position and smiles
satisfactorily at her handy work, wiping her knife off on his shirt as she does so. Once satisfied that the man is going to die, she walks outside to
view her surroundings. As she looks around the area, her eyes grow wide with horror and fear, recognizing it instantly.
She was deep in the heart of the sanctified woods. These were the only lands her people never ventured to, and now she was smack dab in the center of
them. They were known to be haunted; memories of the past taking form every now and then, screaming with rage at every traveler that entered the area.
Many times, the trees would wail a warning to anyone who got too close, hurry, leave before it’s too late,
the wind dancing through their
limbs giving a voice to an otherwise silent presence in the woods. But most of the time, their message would go unheeded. Screams of terror would fill
the night air and you would know when you heard them, that the living had been consumed by the dead.
Star walks back into the cave, trying to think of any possible way she could make it out alive. She hears a moan from the corner, realizes that the
man is not quite dead yet and that is when she gets the idea. Ripping a portion of his shirt off, the man lets out a small cry of agony as she stuffs
the cloth deep into the wound, hoping to slow down the bleeding for a bit. But he was so weak, she was afraid he would pass at any moment. That would
never do though, as her only way out of the area would be for him to come with her, and if those wailing spirits wanted to take someone’s life, it
would be his that she would offer up. Hopefully that would give her enough time to get out of the woods.
The night engulfed her as soon as she walked out of the cave, whispering evil things in her ear with each step she took. You should kill him, yes
kill him. He is dragging you down…..you would move faster if you were alone. Stab him in his heart, Star; he’s too heavy for you to drag much
Trying to ignore the taunts of the darkness, Star keeps moving forward, although the voices were
right, he was
for her to drag much longer, she wasn’t going to give up on her only chance at survival.
She estimated that she had gone about five miles dragging the man beside her when she started to hear the warnings from the trees. Hurry, their
coming, you must hurry…..They are close, you must run
…..The words didn’t really matter, though. There was no way Star could run and no way
that she would make it to safety if she did. She kept trudging forward, the voices still offering her little pieces of advice as she slowly carried
on. The warnings of the trees whispering in one ear and the evil thoughts of the night whispering in the other brought her so much internal conflict
that she had to stop every few moments to think things through.
You’re never going to make it; you might as well end it now….They’re going to get you! You need to run
….. Her legs felt a little
heavier every time she took a step, slowly making her way through the thick woods. It felt as though hands were grabbing at her ankles as she fought
her way forward, each step harder than the last. She hadn’t really been paying attention to the man she dragged with her, she knew he was still
alive though, because every once and awhile she would hear a soft moan come from his lips.
Wondering how much farther she had to go, she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the idle that marked the way out of the woods. She estimated that
it would take her an hour or so to reach it at her current snail like pace. Several times she tried to speed up, but the weight of the man and the
constant barrage of voices in her head had made her both mentally and physically exhausted. If she hadn’t of seen the marker, she probably would
have given up by now, but it gave her the courage and strength to keep moving forward.
Star shook her head to get rid of the voices; they never really went away though, they just became softer, their words almost unintelligible at
times, but even a few moments of whispers was better than the constant yelling in her ear. When she got close enough to the marker, they became
louder, more demanding, she could feel the evil emanating from the air around her, when she took a breath, she could taste the death and decay in her
mouth. She knew the spirits were closing in, although she never once turned back to look.
As she took her final step towards safe ground, they grabbed at her, clawing and scratching at her body as they did. Blood oozing from the wounds that
seemed to magically appear all over her skin, she let a small cry of triumph slip from her lips as she stepped past the idle, to the safety of the
path, pulling the man with her all the way.
She allowed herself a few moments of relief; then dropped the man onto the ground and turned to look at her pursuers. They yelled and cursed at her
from behind the marker, infuriated that their victim had escaped. A huge blur of faces and bodies meshed together into one obscure form, there was
only one ghostly figure that remained separate from the rest. He stood tall between her and the angry mob, looking calm and peaceful, an aura of white
light surrounding his frame.
It took a few moments for Star to realize who he was; she looked down at the man who she had been dragging beside her, his eyes were silent and empty
of life. The man who had once been her captor was the man had who had just saved her life. His ghostly form stood in the path of her pursuers,
denying them access to the land beyond the marker. Every time they got too close, you would hear a cry of anguish and frustration, as his life force
pushed them back to where they belonged. Eventually, they receded into the woods, screaming obscenities and evil as they did. When it was over, the
man turned and smiled at Star, his ghostly form slowly fading away until he was gone.
(Continued next post)
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