Hello again! Hope you enjoyed the last bit, because now things get really interesting! Italics mean thoughts or flashbacks, but to avoid confusion, flashbacks have been labeled as so. Also, so I don't get sued or something...
Disclaimer: I don't own The Wolverine, but my created character, Kaya, is completely mine. Marvel don't kill me. I love you. Anyways, on with the story!
The cold air burned my throat and lungs as I went flying over the snow; my breath leaving a trail of steaming clouds. I could hear the man snarling from behind me, spurring me onward even faster. Reaching the tree line, I dodged and weaved expertly between the trunks, hoping to elude him. Pine needles and snow stung my face as I continued heading toward the base of the mountains, my brown hair whipping behind me. There was a half-frozen river that I was sure I could lose him at, and from there, I could make it back to my den before the storm. I turned sharply to the direction of the water and caught a glimpse of the man. He moved with all the grace, power, and speed of a timber wolf…and looked just as terrifying as one.
I reached the bank of the river panting, with the man following close behind. The weather was taking a plunge for the worse, making it difficult to see. Where do I cross?! I couldn't find any of my landmarks to know where it was safe to traverse over the ice. I paused for only a split second, but that was just long enough for my pursuer to launch himself at me. I spun around in time to see him flying towards me with razor sharp claws extended. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact.
His body slammed into mine, throwing us backwards and out onto the ice. He must have been close to 300 pounds because it felt as though I had been hit by a truck. Searing pain slashed into the soft spots on both my shoulders and I cried out. I tried to move, to flee, but couldn't escape his claws. I opened my eyes to see his snarling face inches from mine, our steaming breaths lingering out into the cold. Now I saw that his claws pinning me to the ice weren't actually claws, but metal with 3 individual blades protruding between the knuckles on each hand. I didn't know how long they were, but their freezing touch seeped straight down through my shoulders and lay firmly plunged into the ice below. The pupils of his eyes were now highly focused pinpricks against their hazel background, his nostrils flaring with the scent of my fresh blood melting into the snow. Then, without warning, the ice below us cracked.
I saw his eyes regain their human aspect just as we fell through. His vicious canines disappearing under a mouth of shock as the sharp water consumed us. All I could see was darkness and bubbles. I felt the metal claws in my shoulders retract and the man's heavy weight disappeared, releasing me into the rushing current. The water was strong, swirling and twisting me into a confusing jumble until I didn't know if I was up or down. I broke the surface spluttering, only to get a mouthful of choking water and be sucked under again. I frantically fought against the invisible force, but my limbs were already going numb from the cold, my arms practically useless thanks to the throbbing pain the wounds inflicted. I scrabbled along the bottom, trying to right myself, but struck my head on a rock and felt the black of unconsciousness envelope me.
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