Cruel Infection

Just a scratch

"Keep going" the dark haired beauty murmured to herself as she
ran through the green foliage. "Just a little further." Even though
her lungs burned and her legs ached she kept her pace. She cast a
quick glance behind her and spotted the beast. She could feel the
earth tremble beneath her as he tried to catch up. Over the pounding in
her ears she heard it's raspy breathing. Tears of relief filled her
grey eyes when she spotted the tree house.
"Roxton! Challenger! Get out here and shoot this bloody thing"
She yelled at the top of her lungs. She was almost at the electrical
fence when she lost her feet came out from under her. She screamed and
rolled onto her back. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Saliva
dripped from its razor sharp teeth as it peered intently down at her.
Terrified of what was about to happen, Marguerite closed her eyes and
prepared herself for the pain she knew was imminent. But to the
heiress's surprise the pain never came. A shot rang out and the raptor
fell beside the paralyzed woman.
Marguerite's breath came out on a ragged sigh. She was so
stunned she didn't notice the arms gently raising her from the ground.
When she finally looked up, she was scared of what she saw. Lord
Roxton, the man she depended on, looked at her with a mixture of anger
and relief.
"Marguerite, what the hell are you doing? Why didn't you shoot the
blasted thing?" Before Marguerite could answer, her brave warrior
hugged her close and whispered for her ears alone, "God, I thought I'd
lost you there for a minute. When that thing was standing over you my
heart stopped."
"Your heart stopped. I was the one it was standing over." She
murmured. When Roxton squeezed her shoulder he heard her wince. He
looked down and noticed a little scratch no bigger than his thumb
nail. Marguerite reaches back and touched it.
"You better let me clean that." Roxton stated
"Don't worry about it, Roxton. After all it is only a little
scratch. What harm can it do?" She shrugged but kept her arm around
his waist as they made their way to the place they called home