The offense settled into a split back formation with a pair of running backs positioned on either side of the quarterback. Colt dropped back five yards from the line of scrimmage, his eyes sliding over the offensive lineman as they settled into position. Were they setting up for run or pass? Run or pass? The Dockside Divers only needed three yards on this third down in order to keep the chains moving. A run seemed likely, particularly this late in the game when the hard-nosed Divers? bigger lineman had the chance to wear down the athletic but smaller Seaside Sharks? defensive line.
?Mike! Mike!? The opposing team?s quarterback pointed emphatically Colt?s way, identifying him as the mike -- or middle linebacker -- for his blockers. Were they going to shift the blocking to accommodate a blitz for a pass or was it just a red herring?
The running back on the right side of the quarterback dug into his stance a little deeper. Run. Suddenly and instinctively, Colt was certain they were going to run and he was sure that back was going to get the hand off. ?Mind the gaps!? Colt called to the linebackers on either side of him. The weak side linebacker, a deceptively agile former All-American named Roy, gave a nod of his head to acknowledge that he felt the same guttural instinct and would have the ?B? gap shut down.
?Hut!? The ball was snapped at the first sound as the Divers tried to catch the Sharks? defense before they were ready.
Colt and Roy?s hunch proved correct as the offensive lineman didn?t immediately pop completely up but instead remained low, blocking hard against the rush of defensive lineman. The ball was thumped into the chest of the running back on the quarterback?s right as he dropped back and the running back sped forward. The ?B? gap wasn?t an option. Roy rushing down upon him scared the back out of his initial turn towards the hole between the right tackle and right guard. The center had opened up a gap right up the gut of the field and the running back lowered his head, clutching the ball in tightly as he sped for it.
If there was one thing a middle linebacker couldn?t fear, it was contact. Not only could it not be feared, the best mikes enjoyed it. Colt had always been one of these. He had always itched for the next big hit. So as the running back came barreling up the hole, he did not even hesitate to leap out, gaining momentum as he gained speed on his way to the gap.
Knees bent and hips low, he kept his head up as he waited for a sign that the running back would switch positions when he saw Colt on his way. The position shift never came. The ball carrier seemed to think that he could get those three yards by running through Colt, not around him. As the running back came within reach, Colt pushed off his feet with all his might and drove his momentum through the man?s body in a violent collision of muscle, bone, flesh, and pads. The second collision as they hit the frozen ground was almost as jarring as the first.
It was pride that had Colt immediately jumping to his feet despite the desire to just lay on the ground to make sure all his limbs were still in working order. The Divers were short by a full yard. The running back lay on the ground needing help from a tight end to make it back to his feet and Colt grinned as he jogged off field under claps to his back from his teammates.
As he pulled off his helmet while the Divers lined up to punt, a face among the blur of people in the stands caught his eye. His eyes had landed on the person and then jumped past her after barely a flicker but something drew them back. He searched the metal bleachers until he found the face that had caused him to hesitate. The blood drained from his face as his eyes caught on the familiar features of the haunted brunette. Although, at this distance he couldn?t tell the color of the eyes that were locked on his, he knew that pale blue color by heart.
?Shit,? he muttered under his breath as recognition dawned.
But just as quickly as he spotted her, she was twisting through the crowd with the speed and ease of one used to disappearing. He could only follow the flashes of the hunter green scarf that was occasionally visible through the swarm of people while she moved down the bleachers and towards the exit. His fingers curled around the face mask of his helmet as he worked his way through his teammates on the sidelines towards the bleachers. Distracted smiles were shot at the praise and laughter over the big hit. The game had instantly been shoved to the back of his mind.
He had to find that girl.
His cleats crunched against the pavement as grass gave way to concrete. A flash of the hunter green scarf tossed around her neck caught Colt?s eye and he plunged forward once more, pushing his way through the crowd milling about the concessions, muttering apologies and even flashing a half-hearted smile at an elderly lady wolf-whistling her appreciation of his form-fitting uniform pants.
Her energy wake flickered in the air. He knew it well. It had been years since he had last seen her but he knew the disruption in the air that her energy trailed behind like the back of his hand. It always reminded him of magnolias. Distinctly southern. Poised in the middle of a wild broad leaved tree. He followed it through the crowd until coming to a sudden stop at the curb before the winding street beyond.
And there the trail simply vanished. No, vanished was too simple a word. It faded out like someone turning down the volume on a radio until it could no longer be heard. He knew it was still there but he couldn?t sense it, couldn?t find where it had gone. No amount of straining could make it visible again. It was simply too soft for detection. Yet, there was no doubt in his mind as to who it had been.
Sophie Rhovnik had been standing in that spot just moments before.
?Mike! Mike!? The opposing team?s quarterback pointed emphatically Colt?s way, identifying him as the mike -- or middle linebacker -- for his blockers. Were they going to shift the blocking to accommodate a blitz for a pass or was it just a red herring?
The running back on the right side of the quarterback dug into his stance a little deeper. Run. Suddenly and instinctively, Colt was certain they were going to run and he was sure that back was going to get the hand off. ?Mind the gaps!? Colt called to the linebackers on either side of him. The weak side linebacker, a deceptively agile former All-American named Roy, gave a nod of his head to acknowledge that he felt the same guttural instinct and would have the ?B? gap shut down.
?Hut!? The ball was snapped at the first sound as the Divers tried to catch the Sharks? defense before they were ready.
Colt and Roy?s hunch proved correct as the offensive lineman didn?t immediately pop completely up but instead remained low, blocking hard against the rush of defensive lineman. The ball was thumped into the chest of the running back on the quarterback?s right as he dropped back and the running back sped forward. The ?B? gap wasn?t an option. Roy rushing down upon him scared the back out of his initial turn towards the hole between the right tackle and right guard. The center had opened up a gap right up the gut of the field and the running back lowered his head, clutching the ball in tightly as he sped for it.
If there was one thing a middle linebacker couldn?t fear, it was contact. Not only could it not be feared, the best mikes enjoyed it. Colt had always been one of these. He had always itched for the next big hit. So as the running back came barreling up the hole, he did not even hesitate to leap out, gaining momentum as he gained speed on his way to the gap.
Knees bent and hips low, he kept his head up as he waited for a sign that the running back would switch positions when he saw Colt on his way. The position shift never came. The ball carrier seemed to think that he could get those three yards by running through Colt, not around him. As the running back came within reach, Colt pushed off his feet with all his might and drove his momentum through the man?s body in a violent collision of muscle, bone, flesh, and pads. The second collision as they hit the frozen ground was almost as jarring as the first.
It was pride that had Colt immediately jumping to his feet despite the desire to just lay on the ground to make sure all his limbs were still in working order. The Divers were short by a full yard. The running back lay on the ground needing help from a tight end to make it back to his feet and Colt grinned as he jogged off field under claps to his back from his teammates.
As he pulled off his helmet while the Divers lined up to punt, a face among the blur of people in the stands caught his eye. His eyes had landed on the person and then jumped past her after barely a flicker but something drew them back. He searched the metal bleachers until he found the face that had caused him to hesitate. The blood drained from his face as his eyes caught on the familiar features of the haunted brunette. Although, at this distance he couldn?t tell the color of the eyes that were locked on his, he knew that pale blue color by heart.
?Shit,? he muttered under his breath as recognition dawned.
But just as quickly as he spotted her, she was twisting through the crowd with the speed and ease of one used to disappearing. He could only follow the flashes of the hunter green scarf that was occasionally visible through the swarm of people while she moved down the bleachers and towards the exit. His fingers curled around the face mask of his helmet as he worked his way through his teammates on the sidelines towards the bleachers. Distracted smiles were shot at the praise and laughter over the big hit. The game had instantly been shoved to the back of his mind.
He had to find that girl.
His cleats crunched against the pavement as grass gave way to concrete. A flash of the hunter green scarf tossed around her neck caught Colt?s eye and he plunged forward once more, pushing his way through the crowd milling about the concessions, muttering apologies and even flashing a half-hearted smile at an elderly lady wolf-whistling her appreciation of his form-fitting uniform pants.
Her energy wake flickered in the air. He knew it well. It had been years since he had last seen her but he knew the disruption in the air that her energy trailed behind like the back of his hand. It always reminded him of magnolias. Distinctly southern. Poised in the middle of a wild broad leaved tree. He followed it through the crowd until coming to a sudden stop at the curb before the winding street beyond.
And there the trail simply vanished. No, vanished was too simple a word. It faded out like someone turning down the volume on a radio until it could no longer be heard. He knew it was still there but he couldn?t sense it, couldn?t find where it had gone. No amount of straining could make it visible again. It was simply too soft for detection. Yet, there was no doubt in his mind as to who it had been.
Sophie Rhovnik had been standing in that spot just moments before.