The girl freezes. She carries only one long, white nightdress that full blood and mud hangs crusted around her slender body. There's a crack.
Refractive branches.
Like the noise of refractive bones it pursues the sound of her hurried breath.
In the darkness it is difficult for her to find the way. She is not used to it, this black Nothing by which she must maneuver herself, by which she carries her small brother.
He does not stir, clutches only onto her, gives her a feeling of the confidence and the courage. She must take him away,he has to be save, even if she does not know where this security is. Before she has never put even a foot before the glass door of the high, metallically gleaming house. She runs, she runs as fast she can, about moss, forest ground, sinks in a puddle, falls about a tree root, runs further.
The small boy clings more firmly around her neck.
She runs, she runs as fast she can.
And the fact that she is very quick , she knows. Everyday tests.
On the run tape. The investigations. The blood of her -tapped in tubes - the syringes.
Everything began, after they had cut open them the first time.
To theirs con is a fence. To her right wood.
A light cone touches them.
Her brother quietly gasps.
His clutch becomes floppier. He is so small and breakable. So unloadable.
Hold out, this is why it goes.
She stops, breathlessly. How many hours has she already run?
She does not know.
The fence gives quiet sums of itself.
Their pursuers get closer.
She is not able over here.
Quite slowly glides the boy of her back, in the foliage.
She expels a quiet noise and turns to him, raises him.
„Len, remain awake. "Her voice sounds quiet and rough. "You must help me, remain awake."
He weakly breathes, does not move.
„No." Tears gather in her dark eyes. "No, no, Len. LEN!"
Her pale, from scars to littered hands cling around his shoulders, shake him.
Breath passes. Then, finally, he moves.
He opens the eyes. They are not dark, like hers, but beaming blue.
Even now they glitter like a cloudless sky.
„The fence. " she whispers. "Help me. Please."
Quite slowly the boy stands up. His hair gleams in the weak light almost absolutely colorless.
The pursuers get always closer.
„Len."
The small one keeps a finger before the mouth.
Then somebody steps behind them from the bushes.