She gasped for air.
She gasped for air as she fell rapidly down towards the mountain greens, a disgusting sucking sensation closing around her. She closed her eyes as she waited for impact. This was what she wanted. That man killed the only boy in the world that she would ever love.
Uncas.
She felt her mind go blank as images of the Mohican flashed through her head. His smile, his touch, his hair. But mostly his eyes. What was it about them that made her feel safe? What was it about them that made it seem as if everything was going to be okay?
She felt the suction rapidly increase as she landed harshly against the ground. Her mind went blank; the last thing image she saw was Uncas' loving eyes.
...
Alice woke up, everything around her in darkness. Was this death? A quiet, lonesome place where souls only wandered helplessly around? She tried to get up, but the painful sting in her leg made her realize that she was still alive.
Broken, mangled, and bloodied, but alive.
She felt tears well up in her eyes. This wasn't what she wanted! She wanted to die! She wanted to be with Uncas! The tears started to fall rapidly onto the rough earth. She layed there, her bone's broken, barely able to move. In fact, the only way she could move was if she had a walking stick. Her thigh was terribly bloodied; her leg was broken. She touched her forehead. A sticky substance coated her fingers. Her hair was thick with dried blood.
Alice tried to stand up, but the sharp pain in her leg made her fall back down with a yelp. She looked around, looking for support. A dried branch caught her eye. Slowly and painfully, she crawled towards it. It was crude, and it didn't look comfortable. But it was sturdy. And that was the only thing she needed.
She painfully leaned against the stick and began to walk aimlessly around the forest. Her plan was simple; she wanted to wear herself out so she could finally die. And, if she happened to find Uncas' body, she would let herself fall against it and die on him, so they would be together.
Hours passed. She did not feel death's grope around her, nor did she find Uncas' body. All she found were leaves, dirt, and twigs. She felt herself cry. She cried. She cried.
Oh, was this the way that Fate wanted her to go? Wandering aimlessly in a forest? Plotting a mad plan in her head? She was but fifteen years old; yet, she had gone through one thousand years. Death was not looking upon her. Pain was seething against her. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks. UNCAS!
Suddenly, she tripped. Groaning in frustration, she looked harshly at what had caused her fall.
And then she cried.
Uncas.
His body was a bloody mess; mangled, torn, disheveled. His eyes were closed as if in some deep sleep; yet Alice knew that this was not the case.
She felt a lump form in her throat as she threw herself against him. She would die here. She would wait for Death to claim her here. She kissed Uncas' cold lips and lied against his chest. She closed her eyes and waited for death to come...
Thump.
What was that? Was that Death walking towards her?
Th...ump.
Alice sat up straight, ignoring the intense pain in her chest. She pressed her thumb against Uncas' neck. Her eyes widened as she felt a slight pulse. Barely there, but a pulse.
Alice's eyes brimmed with tears. There was still a chance!
A chance!
But what to do...