Dark hair, to his shoulders.Dark hair, to his shoulders. A silver band on a finger of his right hand. His coat was a dark wool army-navy trench. His face had high cheekbones, full lips, strong features. Bastard, I thought. "Come here." He grabbed my arm and putting the edge of the knife near my eyes, started to lead me into the cover of the trees. The woods... I yanked my arm backwards, pulling my body away from him. In his surprise, I pushed him down, hearing a gasped exclamation. The light again. Moving faster than I ever had before, my feet beat the ground. I was almost there, ten more steps maybe. Explosion of pain. My hair, he had grabbed it and tangled it around his fist as I ran. I fell as he jerked me back, slipping. "Oh, you think you're so fast, so smart..." He drew out the "s", hissing, pulling me back with him again. "Try it again and I'll cut your fucking head off." Walking. More darkness. I could smell the old leaves rotting now. My stomach tightened. I thought I was going to throw up. I tasted bile in the back of my throat. His hand on the back of my neck was hard, squeezing, pushing me forward. "Why are you doing this?" I whispered, hearing my voice tremble. |