Nikkiah Wintermoon
Oct 31st, 2003, 07:20:52 PM
"Fall back, fall back!"
The command came over the comlinks and syphoned down the chain of command. The small band that locals referred to as vigilante's had been ambushed and surrounded; holding their own for the past few hours, but its become apparent that they were going to lose.
The night skies lit up as flares rocketed into the air, illuminating the jungled-area nearly as bright as day. Clothed in all black, the remaining fighters scattered, working their way through the thick jungle foliage, making their way back to the rendezvous point.
Shouting is heard over the comms, shots fired and thuds - the sound of fallen comrades or enemies and the gurgling of their last drawn breaths.
Her heart racing and thudding fiercely deep within her chest, Nikkiah forces the limits of physical exertion, hoping to lose the two men hot on her tail.
Darting around thick, gnarled treetrunks and ducking beneath low-lying branches and jumping over fallen limbs. The two following are hard to shake; as if they know exactly what move will be made or what twist in the overgrown path she is going to take.
'They're herding me, forcing me to go where they want ...'
She thinks to herself just as her right cheek is cut by the sharp blade of a treeleaf.
Bruised, muddied and over-tired, she's hit the point of letting anger take control over her thoughts; adrenalin commanding her muscles.
Instead of taking the right branch in the road, Nik veers off course to the left, having no idea where this path will eventually lead but figuring it has to be better than ending up caged like an animal by the renegades still chasing her.
An intense flash of light blinds the young woman, as well as the two behind her; then there is nothing at all but total darkness ...
**********
Three hours later...
A tremendous amount of jarring pain shoots up along the young woman's left leg and through her right arm, bringing her back to consciousness.
Dark eyes flutter and open, barely; just enough to notice the full moon in the skies above and tips of tall blade grass one would find in an open clearing waving in the wind.
Then it is dark once more as the injured young woman known to locals as Nikkiah Wintermoon succumbs to unconsciousness once more ....
The command came over the comlinks and syphoned down the chain of command. The small band that locals referred to as vigilante's had been ambushed and surrounded; holding their own for the past few hours, but its become apparent that they were going to lose.
The night skies lit up as flares rocketed into the air, illuminating the jungled-area nearly as bright as day. Clothed in all black, the remaining fighters scattered, working their way through the thick jungle foliage, making their way back to the rendezvous point.
Shouting is heard over the comms, shots fired and thuds - the sound of fallen comrades or enemies and the gurgling of their last drawn breaths.
Her heart racing and thudding fiercely deep within her chest, Nikkiah forces the limits of physical exertion, hoping to lose the two men hot on her tail.
Darting around thick, gnarled treetrunks and ducking beneath low-lying branches and jumping over fallen limbs. The two following are hard to shake; as if they know exactly what move will be made or what twist in the overgrown path she is going to take.
'They're herding me, forcing me to go where they want ...'
She thinks to herself just as her right cheek is cut by the sharp blade of a treeleaf.
Bruised, muddied and over-tired, she's hit the point of letting anger take control over her thoughts; adrenalin commanding her muscles.
Instead of taking the right branch in the road, Nik veers off course to the left, having no idea where this path will eventually lead but figuring it has to be better than ending up caged like an animal by the renegades still chasing her.
An intense flash of light blinds the young woman, as well as the two behind her; then there is nothing at all but total darkness ...
**********
Three hours later...
A tremendous amount of jarring pain shoots up along the young woman's left leg and through her right arm, bringing her back to consciousness.
Dark eyes flutter and open, barely; just enough to notice the full moon in the skies above and tips of tall blade grass one would find in an open clearing waving in the wind.
Then it is dark once more as the injured young woman known to locals as Nikkiah Wintermoon succumbs to unconsciousness once more ....