09-19-2008, 11:12 AM
[html]
There was a moment when he realized he had let her get away. It was a sudden flash of inspiration, like Technicolor in a washed out movie. He felt her move, and felt her tear away, and all too suddenly she was gone in a flash of red and white. The hand on his left side remained hanging in the air, just inches from the knife. Scraps of fur and flesh hung in his right hand, as if he had ripped them from the air. Then one shake sent it flying through the air, into the thick brush below.
He stared ahead, eyes seeing but not seeing, smelling blood and fear. This was a familiar thing, but unlike before, he knew why he felt the way he did. He could remember feeling this way in Europe, but then it had been waking up from a dream, or the dream of a dream. There was no vague sensation of sleeping, or the sunspot that swallowed his memory. She survived, and that meant she would talk. “She can’t do anything,” he said aloud. No, but what if she brought her pack down on him? “Won’t be the first time,” he said with a laugh, and turned. No, everything would be fine. “Yeah,” he coughed throatily. “Everything is gonna be just fine.”
There was a moment when he realized he had let her get away. It was a sudden flash of inspiration, like Technicolor in a washed out movie. He felt her move, and felt her tear away, and all too suddenly she was gone in a flash of red and white. The hand on his left side remained hanging in the air, just inches from the knife. Scraps of fur and flesh hung in his right hand, as if he had ripped them from the air. Then one shake sent it flying through the air, into the thick brush below.
He stared ahead, eyes seeing but not seeing, smelling blood and fear. This was a familiar thing, but unlike before, he knew why he felt the way he did. He could remember feeling this way in Europe, but then it had been waking up from a dream, or the dream of a dream. There was no vague sensation of sleeping, or the sunspot that swallowed his memory. She survived, and that meant she would talk. “She can’t do anything,” he said aloud. No, but what if she brought her pack down on him? “Won’t be the first time,” he said with a laugh, and turned. No, everything would be fine. “Yeah,” he coughed throatily. “Everything is gonna be just fine.”