Captured............by mElz
..R&R please???...
***Walking to the Forest*** They lost track of time, distance, and warmth all together less than 15 minutes. They emerge in to the dark green forest in front of them. They took each step together. They, a wonderful word Brennan thought as they were stumbling, where half frozen and were starting to have trouble breathing. As long as we are together and safe, I'm happy Brennan thought. As long as we are together and not really lost, I'm content, Shalimar thought. And as they took the final step that they would officially be inside the forest, bright headlights coming from the tall trees shone down on them at once.
***Cabin***
munch.munch. "This blizzard hit us without much of a warning and at the same time so strong." Emma said to the eating figure of Jesse while looking out the window in which she only saw a white grayish color and icicles forming at the outer edge of the window. They just made it in time to the cabin before the cold blast of wind hit them. The wind howled like a shrieking woman with a lower tone made by a howling wolf. Emma shivered. "This wind is driving me crazy." Jesse nodded and finished his hotdog. Emma came over to him, poured him a cup of hot chocolate, gave him a napkin, and took his now empty plate to the sink. She finished eating a bag of chips and salsa before Jesse and was drinking her hot cocoa. Jesse was staring at her. She knows. But instead of feeling contempt at the feeling of his eyes following her every movement, she felt a cold shiver up her spine and said nothing about it. They both then sat down in the cozy couch before the fireplace, carrying their warm drinks. "Do you think they made it?" Emma asked silently. "Don't worry about it. They can take care of themselves." Jesse replied, sipping his hot chocolate. "But Brennan doesn't cooperate that well with this weather, and if some sort of trouble comes along." Emma drifted. "Brennan can take care of himself. He has Shalimar remember?" Jesse replied angrily. Why does Emma always seem to care about Brennan? Why? Why? His feelings spread across the room like a jet streaming around in the sky. Around and around. So fast. So sharp. And so big. Emma immediately caught on to that feeling. "I'm sorry." "For what?" Jesse retorted. "For this." Emma replied softly, while coming closer to him to give a light kiss on his lips. They stared at each other. Emma looked away. "There are still dishes to do." And she set her cup on the coffee table, put on an apron and turned on the faucet. The morning dishes were still piled up in the sink and so she started to wash them. Jesse was speechless. So this was how Brennan felt around Shalimar, he thought. His heart and eardrums were pounding when he fell into Emma's deep brown eyes. Then she left saying she needed to do the dishes. He left his cup on the coffee table and followed after her silently, putting his arms around her waist, hugging her. Emma was too concentrated in her work and at the fact that she just kissed Jesse, to notice that Jesse followed her to the sink. She was surprised when his arms snaked under hers to give her a tight hug. She let her shoulder; neck and head relax against his body. She was so warm against him. Nothing could be ever so perfect, she thought.
***Forest***
Brennan thought fast. The instant that the beam shined on them he turned quickly, hugging Shalimar in front of him, around that his back was towards the light and walked fast out to the open area where they just came from. "Stop!" A voice shouted in Russian. "Stop!" Brennan had learned only a couple words in Russian when he was in high school with his Russian friend. He heard guns cocked. "Stop!" They said again, and some more words that Brennan didn't recognize. Shalimar was breathing and talking fast. "Are you fine Brennan? Can your powers work in this weather?" "I don't know. It doesn't feel good though. What about you? Limber?" "Yes. Cold, but limber. Do you think that we can take them out?" "You know that I think we can." "Only in your dreams that you think that we can win every battle." She teased. "Only in my dreams that you are always safe." She turned around to look at his worried eyes. "They have guns. Shalimar. And I don't want you to get hurt by them. Plus, these might be the government agents and they may lead us to the reason why they are looking for that girl, Kkrsnizqqta," "Good memory. God, that is a mouthful. Kkrsnizqqta?" "I had a friend named that in high school." "Oh. Well, let's turn around and let them see our pretty faces. Hm?" Brennan sighed, but turned around slowly. What a girl wants, she gets it, he thought. The spotlights was still trained on them but it gave them light to see how many people where there. He counted twenty men with guns trained on them. Three big spotlights. 4 military trucks. And two commanders in charge. One commander for every ten soldiers, Brennan sighed again, this wasn't going to be really pleasant.
I know I know, you have been asked this about 10000000 times. But please, R&R? It really gives the author, me, much encouragement on to what to write next and how soon. :P
***Walking to the Forest*** They lost track of time, distance, and warmth all together less than 15 minutes. They emerge in to the dark green forest in front of them. They took each step together. They, a wonderful word Brennan thought as they were stumbling, where half frozen and were starting to have trouble breathing. As long as we are together and safe, I'm happy Brennan thought. As long as we are together and not really lost, I'm content, Shalimar thought. And as they took the final step that they would officially be inside the forest, bright headlights coming from the tall trees shone down on them at once.
***Cabin***
munch.munch. "This blizzard hit us without much of a warning and at the same time so strong." Emma said to the eating figure of Jesse while looking out the window in which she only saw a white grayish color and icicles forming at the outer edge of the window. They just made it in time to the cabin before the cold blast of wind hit them. The wind howled like a shrieking woman with a lower tone made by a howling wolf. Emma shivered. "This wind is driving me crazy." Jesse nodded and finished his hotdog. Emma came over to him, poured him a cup of hot chocolate, gave him a napkin, and took his now empty plate to the sink. She finished eating a bag of chips and salsa before Jesse and was drinking her hot cocoa. Jesse was staring at her. She knows. But instead of feeling contempt at the feeling of his eyes following her every movement, she felt a cold shiver up her spine and said nothing about it. They both then sat down in the cozy couch before the fireplace, carrying their warm drinks. "Do you think they made it?" Emma asked silently. "Don't worry about it. They can take care of themselves." Jesse replied, sipping his hot chocolate. "But Brennan doesn't cooperate that well with this weather, and if some sort of trouble comes along." Emma drifted. "Brennan can take care of himself. He has Shalimar remember?" Jesse replied angrily. Why does Emma always seem to care about Brennan? Why? Why? His feelings spread across the room like a jet streaming around in the sky. Around and around. So fast. So sharp. And so big. Emma immediately caught on to that feeling. "I'm sorry." "For what?" Jesse retorted. "For this." Emma replied softly, while coming closer to him to give a light kiss on his lips. They stared at each other. Emma looked away. "There are still dishes to do." And she set her cup on the coffee table, put on an apron and turned on the faucet. The morning dishes were still piled up in the sink and so she started to wash them. Jesse was speechless. So this was how Brennan felt around Shalimar, he thought. His heart and eardrums were pounding when he fell into Emma's deep brown eyes. Then she left saying she needed to do the dishes. He left his cup on the coffee table and followed after her silently, putting his arms around her waist, hugging her. Emma was too concentrated in her work and at the fact that she just kissed Jesse, to notice that Jesse followed her to the sink. She was surprised when his arms snaked under hers to give her a tight hug. She let her shoulder; neck and head relax against his body. She was so warm against him. Nothing could be ever so perfect, she thought.
***Forest***
Brennan thought fast. The instant that the beam shined on them he turned quickly, hugging Shalimar in front of him, around that his back was towards the light and walked fast out to the open area where they just came from. "Stop!" A voice shouted in Russian. "Stop!" Brennan had learned only a couple words in Russian when he was in high school with his Russian friend. He heard guns cocked. "Stop!" They said again, and some more words that Brennan didn't recognize. Shalimar was breathing and talking fast. "Are you fine Brennan? Can your powers work in this weather?" "I don't know. It doesn't feel good though. What about you? Limber?" "Yes. Cold, but limber. Do you think that we can take them out?" "You know that I think we can." "Only in your dreams that you think that we can win every battle." She teased. "Only in my dreams that you are always safe." She turned around to look at his worried eyes. "They have guns. Shalimar. And I don't want you to get hurt by them. Plus, these might be the government agents and they may lead us to the reason why they are looking for that girl, Kkrsnizqqta," "Good memory. God, that is a mouthful. Kkrsnizqqta?" "I had a friend named that in high school." "Oh. Well, let's turn around and let them see our pretty faces. Hm?" Brennan sighed, but turned around slowly. What a girl wants, she gets it, he thought. The spotlights was still trained on them but it gave them light to see how many people where there. He counted twenty men with guns trained on them. Three big spotlights. 4 military trucks. And two commanders in charge. One commander for every ten soldiers, Brennan sighed again, this wasn't going to be really pleasant.
I know I know, you have been asked this about 10000000 times. But please, R&R? It really gives the author, me, much encouragement on to what to write next and how soon. :P