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Theme: Suspense
Rating: T
Description: You're never supposed to run from wild animals because it makes them want to chase you. Stupid Animal Planet.
Running
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Jaime knew that one of the very first rules to obey when staring a wild animal down the face is not to run. Though, she's pretty sure that the people who wrote that were never nose-to-snout with a wolf the size of an Irish wolfhound. So, of course, the first thing she thought was;
Skrew the rules, I'm running!
And she did. She scuttled backwards before scrambling up to her feet, slipping more than once on the wet leaves trying to get traction on her bare feet, and ran off into the forest. This was, admittedly, not the smartest thing to do. She could hear the excited breathing of the wolf that was chasing her and wildly wished she had a place to hide. Her eyes darted around wildly and she swerved quickly, skidding slightly as she turned sharply.
She quickly regained her footing and turned her head around to check and see if she was still being pursued. She realized that she was not and let out a breath of relief until she heard the wolf take up a howl that had goose bumps rising up on her arms. She whipped her head back around and smacked it into a branch that snapped against her cheek and caught in her hair.
She made a pained mewling sound and yanked at her hair. The branch snapped and she kept running. The cadence of her breathing was at a wheezy speed and she spun around again at a noise and saw the wolf. He had hopped down from where ever he had been before and was once again hot on her heels and quickly gaining on her.
She made a whimpering noise and turned back around, running as hard and fast as she could for the cover of some particularly thick trees. Behind her, she could practically feel the breath of the wolf on her back and she pushed her legs to go faster. She stepped on a stick and it stabbed itself into her foot. She let out a yelp and went down, tumbling head over heels down a hill and smashing into a tree. The wolf let out a jubilant howl and raced down the hill after her.
She gasped and tried to pull herself back up to her feet, only to have a sharp, throbbing pain in her foot crumple her back to the ground. She seriously contemplated crawling away but what little pride she had left ordered her to accept her death with some semblance of grace.
Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't going to put up a fight.
She winced as she yanked the stick out of her foot and held it in her hand just as the wolf barreled at her with his mouth wide open, sharp white teeth gleaming in the sparse light. He leapt at her, obviously intent with clamping down on her throat, but she screamed and ducked to the side and he gnawed into her thigh. She let out another scream, this one of pain, as his sharp canines dug in and ripped through muscle, skin, and fat. There were black rings around her vision and she felt nauseous to know that the seemingly black substance leaking out around his mouth was her blood.
She grit her teeth and shoved the stick into the wolf's eye as hard as she could and ignored the disgusting popping noise along with the fluid that spurted onto her hand when she did this. His teeth drew out of her leg as he roared in pain and backed up quickly, shaking his head back in forth and making snuffing noises.
When the stick fell out he shook his head a few more times before turning to snarl at her, enraged, his one good eye holding a slightly mad tint to it. He growled again and advanced on her. Jaime braced herself for death and glared defiantly at the animal before he suddenly flew sideways and howled in pain.
She blinked in surprise and looked back over at her previous attacker. She saw what looked like the wolf fighting with… nothing. Or, it did, until the moon poked through the clouds and she saw the gleam of a second pair of teeth and eyes that were as dark as the surrounding fur.
The new comer was more enraged than the first wolf was. He growled louder than she had ever heard and was tearing relentlessly into his opponent. Jaime closed her eyes as she became dizzy and looked down at her leg. She gasped and quickly tried to staunch the flow of blood. Her hands shook and she couldn't seem to see straight.
Her world tilted as she fell backwards and black consumed her. She felt like she was swirling, almost like the time she had gone down that water-slide-toilet-bowl-thing. She could almost hear, but not, and she could feel barely anything. She didn't know how long she stayed like that, but it felt like forever and never condensed in the span of three seconds. Then she felt cool, rough hands touching her face; cupping her cheeks and tilting her head up.
"Jaime?"
She heard him.
She could hear him, but she couldn't work up the energy to open her eyes and look. She felt tired.
Very, very… tired.
"Jaime." He said, firmer this time—not a request or a question but a demand that she open her eyes and look at him—as he gave her head a light shake. She sighed and figured it was the Alpha in him. She lugged open her eyes and gazing up at him through her blurry vision. After blinking a few times, his face actually came into focus.
He had blood all over him, but she knew it wasn't his own. His mouth was set in a firm and worried line while his eyes flicked over her nervously. The thumb from one of the hands holding her face started to slowly stroke her cheek and she leaned into it.
"Jaime you idiot." He growled at her, heaving a sigh of relief as he carefully crushed her to his bare chest in a desperate hug. "You're never supposed to run."
Well, now she was going to have to kill him when she was able to stand up.
Whew!
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