05-19-2010, 01:08 AM
It was a rush. Suddenly her vision seemed crystalline despite the darkness. She made contact with his shin and she buried her stark white teeth into his flesh. She tasted his blood in her mouth. The salty, copper flavor gave her a sense of vindication. It was an instinctive thing for her. It gave her a sense that, at least for a moment, she had turned the tables. She was not prey; she was a predator. She had not lost that part of herself. Caprica's fear screamed in her ears even as her short-lived victory curled through her, giving her a grim sense of satisfaction.
Alex - or whoever the hell he was - reacted quickly. Pain didn't seem to cloud his judgement for long. Her gemlike eyes widened as he locked his leg. She gagged on a lack of air and wildly tried to remind herself that she could breathe through her nose. But in a moment of panic she could not make herself breathe. Her heart pounded in her ears and her lungs ached as pain assailed her locked jaw. After several long seconds of struggle, she withdrew, gasping for breath and letting out a choked sound.
Caprica yiped as his fist connected. A small sunburst of pain inspired dots danced in her vision and she backed up reflexively. But his fist landed on her again. As she scrambled away, she lost balance and landed heavily on her side. It drove the wind out of her and she coughed hard, still not having recovered her breath. She had never, ever been hit in her short life. The young woman's eyes danced about wildly before focusing on her attacker once more.
Alex - or whoever the hell he was - reacted quickly. Pain didn't seem to cloud his judgement for long. Her gemlike eyes widened as he locked his leg. She gagged on a lack of air and wildly tried to remind herself that she could breathe through her nose. But in a moment of panic she could not make herself breathe. Her heart pounded in her ears and her lungs ached as pain assailed her locked jaw. After several long seconds of struggle, she withdrew, gasping for breath and letting out a choked sound.
Caprica yiped as his fist connected. A small sunburst of pain inspired dots danced in her vision and she backed up reflexively. But his fist landed on her again. As she scrambled away, she lost balance and landed heavily on her side. It drove the wind out of her and she coughed hard, still not having recovered her breath. She had never, ever been hit in her short life. The young woman's eyes danced about wildly before focusing on her attacker once more.