Post by Prya Darah on Sept 3, 2017 10:11:14 GMT -5
Prya was breathing heavy. Sweat dripped from her furious brow as she pressed her back firmly against the wall. Her fingers almost dug anxiously into the brick behind her. She was out of ammo and afraid to make a sound. She closed her eyes and focused all her will on controlling her breathing. Her body disobeyed her. Despite how badly she needed to be quiet her exhausted frame exhaled loudly from the sprint for her life. Shut up! She wanted to scream to herself. Behind her two men sprinted into the doorway and came to a dead stop. They searched for her. "We know your in here!" Prya said nothing. Prya did, nothing. She only controlled her breathing. Her chest rapidly rising as her heartbeat climbed higher in her chest.
A single hand moved to her side. Fingers wrapped around the handle of her machete. She didn't like her chances. She couldn't possibly get close enough to take on two of them with just a machete. She didn't even know why they were chasing her, but they were chasing her. Anyone who chased you honestly didn't have the purest of intentions to start with. Prya's mind went to the worst possible scenarios. She couldn't think of anyone who she had met who wasn't a bastard on some level. She was tempted to pull her machete from her sheath.
Just leave me! She thought from her spot around the corner. The room was dark. The small bit of light that spilled in from the high windows did little to illuminate this threatening world. They were in a high school gymnasium. She found the closest building and made a straight shot right for it. She could hear the thudding echo of boots against hardwood. They took slow, foreshadowing steps. Their weight causing the menacing steps to seem more looming, more threatening. Everything slowed down. Prya's fingers were gripping her blade painfully tight now. She could feel the tape wrapped around the handle, digging into her skin. "We just want to talk..." She heard a voice call out.
Then she heard the sound of a gun being cocked and locked. She had to focus on her breathing. Prya's eyes were still closed. She was listening to where the voices and steps were coming from. They were getting closer. She pursed her lips together and exhaled softly as she readied herself for the moment. The steps were just beyond her now. "You don't have to run girly." Prya sprang out of her hiding spot. She took off running down the gym. Splinters of wood flew up from behind her. Bullets ripped through the floor and walls. She grabbed the doorframe as she rounded the corner. Her momentum jerked her at an extreme right angle as she rounded the corner. A bullet hit the doorframe. Prya shrieked and ran inside. She sprinted through the girls Locker room.
There was a third asshole in here. One she hadn't noticed had been in here before this. She ran right into him as she was looking over her shoulder. "Hey I got her!" The guy called out. He wrapped his arm around her throat and tried to choke her into unconsciousness. Prya's feet kicked and struggled. She couldn't breathe. She could barely think. The lights in the room started to fade as the room cartwheeled around her vision. She felt the familiar metal of a gun on the guy's hip holster. Pulling it free she aimed down and shot him in the toe. He screamed. Her head blarred. The echo of the gunshot was sickeningly loud in the tiny locker room. She pulled the trigger again though aiming it back and sticking it under his chin when he let her go. She pulled the trigger sending what little brains he had splattering against the dusty ceiling.
Prya heard more shots in the locker room. She stumbled to her feet and climbed up a bench. Pulling herself onto one of the lockers she escaped through a high window that her slender frame was able to make it through. She heard another shot and the glass of the window shattered, but it was too late. She was already running through the grass and into the fading light of this terrible day. She didn't know who they were or what they wanted. But what did anyone want these days? Other than to cause pain.
A single hand moved to her side. Fingers wrapped around the handle of her machete. She didn't like her chances. She couldn't possibly get close enough to take on two of them with just a machete. She didn't even know why they were chasing her, but they were chasing her. Anyone who chased you honestly didn't have the purest of intentions to start with. Prya's mind went to the worst possible scenarios. She couldn't think of anyone who she had met who wasn't a bastard on some level. She was tempted to pull her machete from her sheath.
Just leave me! She thought from her spot around the corner. The room was dark. The small bit of light that spilled in from the high windows did little to illuminate this threatening world. They were in a high school gymnasium. She found the closest building and made a straight shot right for it. She could hear the thudding echo of boots against hardwood. They took slow, foreshadowing steps. Their weight causing the menacing steps to seem more looming, more threatening. Everything slowed down. Prya's fingers were gripping her blade painfully tight now. She could feel the tape wrapped around the handle, digging into her skin. "We just want to talk..." She heard a voice call out.
Then she heard the sound of a gun being cocked and locked. She had to focus on her breathing. Prya's eyes were still closed. She was listening to where the voices and steps were coming from. They were getting closer. She pursed her lips together and exhaled softly as she readied herself for the moment. The steps were just beyond her now. "You don't have to run girly." Prya sprang out of her hiding spot. She took off running down the gym. Splinters of wood flew up from behind her. Bullets ripped through the floor and walls. She grabbed the doorframe as she rounded the corner. Her momentum jerked her at an extreme right angle as she rounded the corner. A bullet hit the doorframe. Prya shrieked and ran inside. She sprinted through the girls Locker room.
There was a third asshole in here. One she hadn't noticed had been in here before this. She ran right into him as she was looking over her shoulder. "Hey I got her!" The guy called out. He wrapped his arm around her throat and tried to choke her into unconsciousness. Prya's feet kicked and struggled. She couldn't breathe. She could barely think. The lights in the room started to fade as the room cartwheeled around her vision. She felt the familiar metal of a gun on the guy's hip holster. Pulling it free she aimed down and shot him in the toe. He screamed. Her head blarred. The echo of the gunshot was sickeningly loud in the tiny locker room. She pulled the trigger again though aiming it back and sticking it under his chin when he let her go. She pulled the trigger sending what little brains he had splattering against the dusty ceiling.
Prya heard more shots in the locker room. She stumbled to her feet and climbed up a bench. Pulling herself onto one of the lockers she escaped through a high window that her slender frame was able to make it through. She heard another shot and the glass of the window shattered, but it was too late. She was already running through the grass and into the fading light of this terrible day. She didn't know who they were or what they wanted. But what did anyone want these days? Other than to cause pain.