Her breath came in rapid, short bursts. The only sound in the darkness was the pounding of her sneakers against the pavement. She struggled to keep one hand on her bag, pressing it against her hip to keep from slapping loudly against her body, the other hand dragging its fingertips along the walls of the buildings she ran past.
Ashira slid around a corner, pressing her back against the concrete wall, raising her dirt stained fingers to her mouth. She sucked in what air she could, holding her breathe as she stared straight ahead at the building across from her. The sound of her heart drummed in her head, so loud she swore anyone within three blocks could hear it like a beating drum calling out her hiding place.
God damnit.
She dared to slide toward the street again, dark emerald eyes quickly darting out to the moonlit road. It was empty"
Until a single figure strode through a single patch of light, his dark cloak swirling around his legs as he walked, measured and slow, down the street.
GOD DAMNIT.
Ashira turned, quietly sliding down the alleyway and away from the street. Thank god for her side job. She quickly darted down the maze of alleys that made up the marketplace, both thanking and cursing her luck. If it weren't for being out this late, she would've undoubtedly been asleep in her apartment when he came. Instead, she had rounded the corner to her house, only to see a faint light in the shattered window, alerting her to an unwanted presence.
Then she saw him exit the front door, catching a glimpse of his face before the hood was pulled over it.
How in the hell did he find her" It had been thirty years! Ashira swore again, ducking behind one of the large trash bins as she attempted to get her mind wrapped around a semblance of a plan. She couldn't go home. She didn't know where Lux was. And HE was loose in the city.
Her sneakered feet carried her quickly back through the streets, opposite the marketplace from her own apartment and to the apartment of another.
She didn't know where else to go.
Ashira's fingers dug through her bag as she approached the familiar door, pulling forth a key that she quickly slid into the lock and turned. She shoved open the door, quickly closing and relocking it. Her eyes scanned the silent hallway for but a moment before she leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the door, trying to regain her breath.
She would seek temporary reprieve and then leave. It was the only thing to do.
Ashira slid around a corner, pressing her back against the concrete wall, raising her dirt stained fingers to her mouth. She sucked in what air she could, holding her breathe as she stared straight ahead at the building across from her. The sound of her heart drummed in her head, so loud she swore anyone within three blocks could hear it like a beating drum calling out her hiding place.
God damnit.
She dared to slide toward the street again, dark emerald eyes quickly darting out to the moonlit road. It was empty"
Until a single figure strode through a single patch of light, his dark cloak swirling around his legs as he walked, measured and slow, down the street.
GOD DAMNIT.
Ashira turned, quietly sliding down the alleyway and away from the street. Thank god for her side job. She quickly darted down the maze of alleys that made up the marketplace, both thanking and cursing her luck. If it weren't for being out this late, she would've undoubtedly been asleep in her apartment when he came. Instead, she had rounded the corner to her house, only to see a faint light in the shattered window, alerting her to an unwanted presence.
Then she saw him exit the front door, catching a glimpse of his face before the hood was pulled over it.
How in the hell did he find her" It had been thirty years! Ashira swore again, ducking behind one of the large trash bins as she attempted to get her mind wrapped around a semblance of a plan. She couldn't go home. She didn't know where Lux was. And HE was loose in the city.
Her sneakered feet carried her quickly back through the streets, opposite the marketplace from her own apartment and to the apartment of another.
She didn't know where else to go.
Ashira's fingers dug through her bag as she approached the familiar door, pulling forth a key that she quickly slid into the lock and turned. She shoved open the door, quickly closing and relocking it. Her eyes scanned the silent hallway for but a moment before she leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the door, trying to regain her breath.
She would seek temporary reprieve and then leave. It was the only thing to do.