A light in the dark
Disclaimer: I don't own primeval, I only own Verity.
Chapter 2- as strange occurrence:
Becker stared at the anomaly, he had seen so many, but they never ceased to amaze him. They were beautiful and confusing, he liked that. He quickly glanced around, searching for any sign of an incursion; Emily was standing at the door of the room whilst Matt was locking the anomaly. They had found it in an old building, it was large and looked very historic, it must have been stunning in its time, old fashioned armchairs and a large fireplace filled the room, covered in cobwebs and dust, like the building had just been abandoned and left to rot. Matts Irish accent soon cut through his thoughts;
"Becker, take Emily and search for an incursion, I'll stay by the anomaly." Becker nodded and motioned for Emily to follow him, the two friends walked through the large creepy corridors, silently searching for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.
"I'll go upstairs." Emily told the clearly distracted soldier, Becker nodded and carried on down the corridor, until he came to the front door and large entrance area, the unsteady wooden flooring creaked under his feet as walked towards the medium sized lounge to the left of the front door. Movement outside caught his eye and he turned his EMD towards the door, more movement, he couldn't see a thing, it was pitch black outside, he spoke through his earpiece,
"Matt, possible creature incursion by the main door, I'll check it out."
The door opened. Slowly, he breathed, steadying himself and preparing to shoot, his finger hovered over the trigger. Breathe in. Breathe out. But it wasn't a creature that came through the door; it was a girl, a young girl, the same girl from earlier, the one he almost killed. She wasn't facing him as she shut the door slowly and pulled her hood down before shoving her hands deep into her pockets.
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Verity sighed, she was safe and dry, she turned, expecting to be alone in this large house. She wasn't. It was the man from earlier, the one who had almost killed her. She studied him, and he seemed to be doing the same, she took in his tanned skin and deep brown eyes, and then finally, his gun. She began to breathe quickly and shallowly. Panic. That was all she could feel. Panic. The man must of noticed this as he lowered the weapon and tried to keep the young girl calm,
"it's alright, your alright, I won't hurt you."
Verity could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, she was sure it was loud enough for the man to hear. Her thoughts went into over drive; she was in a strange house, with a strange man carrying a gun. She instantly thought the worst and shook her head, her dripping hair sticking to her cheeks as she did so. She ran, opening the door she quickly jumped down the steps and ran up the wide garden path, it was then that she decided; she wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
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He studied her; tatty black boots, torn low wasted jeans and what looked like a once pale pink hoodie, pale skin, dark eyes, dark hair, the loose curls falling in front of her face. He didn't get a chance to ask her name because she leaped into action, sprinting out of the door and into the front garden,
"No. wait!" he called after her as he made his way through the large wooden door and out into the fresh air. He soon managed to catch up with her, she was sobbing loudly as he caught her from behind, he placed one arm softly around her waist,
"It's ok, you're safe I swear." She was still trying to pull out of his grip, but she looked so tired and devoid of energy,
"Please let me go!" she begged, it was then that he realised what must be going through her mind, he loosened his grip on her but did not completely let go. He noticed just how slim she was, he could almost feel her ribs through her hoodie. She had stopped struggling by now and was limp in his arms, still sobbing. He glanced at her face, her eyes were closed it was as though she was trying to calm herself down. They stayed like that for a minute, him carefully holding her up as she silently cried, no emotion shown on her face. All was quiet. That was until another sound was heard, a light growling coming out of the darkness, His grip tightened on the petite female in his arms. She yelped as he pushed her behind him suddenly,
"Matt, incursion in the front garden, sounds like some kind of big cat."
"Smilodon. Early Pliocene." Matt stated quickly over the coms, "Give me a minute."
Becker nodded and stared into the dark, trying to see a creature, trying to verify a target. Another growl, louder this time. Closer. He turned to the girl behind him,
"We have to get back inside, follow me."
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Verity was confused, she had no idea what was going on, she stood there, frozen.
"What the hell is going on!" she demanded.
The man said nothing, he did however grab her by the hand and start to drag her towards the door. The ground was wet and muddy and she slipped. He helped her up quickly and they made their way into the building, as they were running, verity turned, she didn't know what she expected to see but it wasn't this; a large big cat was close behind. She stifled a scream when she noticed the large fangs patrooding from its mouth, saliva dripping onto the grass.
The creature leaped through the air, and only just caught Verity's lower leg with its claws, she felt the sharp pain as the claw sliced through her flesh, she fell to the ground again, this time the man fell too, dropping his gun. Verity closed her eyes, waiting for the intense pain that would surely come soon. It didn't. She opened one eye and saw that the cat was no longer standing, but was slumped on the floor, breathing heavily, unconscious. She let out a shaky breath as someone helped her up and placed an arm around her waist, a deep voice spoke softly to her,
"Put your arm over my shoulder." She did so, and slowly limped towards the door, where another man and woman were now standing, guns in their hands,
"Who's that?" the dark haired woman that Verity recognised from earlier asked.
"I don't know." The voice next to her ear spoke again. The man at the door nodded silently and gave Verity a sympathetic look,
"Let's take a look at that leg." He was Irish and sounded kind.
There was one thought going through the eighteen year olds mind; what the hell just happened?
R+R please.