In the hands of death
There was blood everywhere. My clothes were soaked in it, and my hands were stained red. But I couldn’t think about that right now, I had to get away, I had to hide. And not just for me, but because I promised her I’d stay alive and continue the fight another day.
Elizabeth gasped as she reached for Taylor’s hand. Her breaths were shaky and unsteady as she struggle to fill her lungs and push out the words the girl needed to hear. “I’m not going to make it,” she whispered as she watched jaded eyes fill with tears. “Take this,” she muttered, pushing a piece of paper into the girl’s hands and closing her fingers tightly around it. “Take it and run…and promise me you won’t die.”
I ran down street after street, trying to find somewhere, anywhere to hide. I could hear them behind me, following me, waiting for me to just give up and let them take me. My legs burned with a fury as pain shot up my sides. I needed to find something soon, before my body gave up on me.
Ahead of me I saw a tall building, no, three tall buildings all together. It was LACMA, and my new hiding place. I burst through the museum’s doors and ran as fast as I could up the stairs. Once I got up to the third floor I leaned over the railing to see if they had followed me inside, but so far there was nothing.
I grabbed a sword from one of the ancient Chinese displays along with a sharp looking dagger. I was no slayer, but Elizabeth had insisted that I learned how to defend myself, and fencing just happened to be one of my stronger points. Before moving on I tried to grab anything else I could find that would help me take a bad guy down, but I could only carry so much, so it was time to move on.
At the end of the hall I spotted an office and sprinted towards it, praying that there was a working phone inside. I tossed the weapons on the floor and began to push and drag the furniture to create a barricade in front of the door. Not sure how effective it would be, but at least it would slow them down, maybe even give me a fighting chance.
I glanced about the office and quickly spotted a phone. I snatched up the receiver, and the dial tone was music to my ears. I dug into my pocket and pulled out the crumbled piece of paper. I dialed the number as quickly as my fingers would let me and waited, and prayed he would pick up the other end. No, I wasn’t going to die tonight.
Elizabeth gasped as she reached for Taylor’s hand. Her breaths were shaky and unsteady as she struggle to fill her lungs and push out the words the girl needed to hear. “I’m not going to make it,” she whispered as she watched jaded eyes fill with tears. “Take this,” she muttered, pushing a piece of paper into the girl’s hands and closing her fingers tightly around it. “Take it and run…and promise me you won’t die.”
I ran down street after street, trying to find somewhere, anywhere to hide. I could hear them behind me, following me, waiting for me to just give up and let them take me. My legs burned with a fury as pain shot up my sides. I needed to find something soon, before my body gave up on me.
Ahead of me I saw a tall building, no, three tall buildings all together. It was LACMA, and my new hiding place. I burst through the museum’s doors and ran as fast as I could up the stairs. Once I got up to the third floor I leaned over the railing to see if they had followed me inside, but so far there was nothing.
I grabbed a sword from one of the ancient Chinese displays along with a sharp looking dagger. I was no slayer, but Elizabeth had insisted that I learned how to defend myself, and fencing just happened to be one of my stronger points. Before moving on I tried to grab anything else I could find that would help me take a bad guy down, but I could only carry so much, so it was time to move on.
At the end of the hall I spotted an office and sprinted towards it, praying that there was a working phone inside. I tossed the weapons on the floor and began to push and drag the furniture to create a barricade in front of the door. Not sure how effective it would be, but at least it would slow them down, maybe even give me a fighting chance.
I glanced about the office and quickly spotted a phone. I snatched up the receiver, and the dial tone was music to my ears. I dug into my pocket and pulled out the crumbled piece of paper. I dialed the number as quickly as my fingers would let me and waited, and prayed he would pick up the other end. No, I wasn’t going to die tonight.