Persuit

Rail ran as fast as she could, weaving through the thick tree trunks. Her bare feet pounded the damp ground and unproductively left footprints behind her. She gripped the bag in her hand tightly, keeping her hand close to her stomach.

Her blue eyes roamed the empty forest in attempts to find the river that lead back to the cave she called home. She carefully listened to her pursuers track her down and whether or not they still were.

Not daring to even risk the glance back, she pushed herself harder. Trees flew by her and the ground seemed to travel much faster than her feet below her.

Behind her, someone fired a shot that just barely missed her ear. Rail fumbled around in the inside of her jacket to get her pistol that she always kept loaded. She yanked it out and shot the blank she knew that was next, aiming at the ground just in case.

She could feel the air get warmer and heavier as she approached the river. Just then, her knees gave out and she tumbled to the ground, covering herself with damp grass and mud.

Rail hugged both things in her hands to her chest to keep them from flying out of her grasp as she rolled. More shots fired; instead of attempting to get up and keep running, she pushed herself to keep rolling. She’d just fall into the water anyway.

A rock dug itself into her ribcage, splitting apart the two ribs it found. The break vibrated her whole side before it went completely numb.

She let out a screech at the newfound ache in her and threw out her hands to stop herself. Rail dug her fingernails in the ground, but they didn’t go deep enough and she slid to the side and rolled even faster.

“Hands in the air!” Shouts of perfect Russian filled the air.

Rail’s body flew up into the air at the point of a small hill. In the few moments she was in the air, several more shots were fired and she flailed, trying to make herself fall quicker.

As she spun around for one of the last times before she would have hit the ground, she noticed a tree directly in her line of sight. Rail flipped over in the next moment and her spine made a violent contact to the tree.

The crack burst brightly into the grey, twilight air.

The crowd of pursuers grew closer as she lay beneath the tree, utterly stunned emotionally and physically. Her wide blue eyes slowly grew less and less lively. Everything around the crowd of people grew black and faded before she could see nothing at all.

Author's Note

Tell me how it is..........................?

Reviews

[paparapapa]

This is more like an excerpt than a story since I really can't find the whole plot. But anyway, how you described the scene was really good. The details that you presented made the scene very vivid. You also maintained the intensity of the scene from beginning to end, so great job. This has the potential to be included in a novel, but I don't think it can stand on its own. This is just what I think though.

Oh dear this is beautiful, Holland feels.... such a great imagery, I was in your story, I'm curious about the "Russian aspect" of air... Want to read more more and more.... keep on penning