Ann's stiletto heels sparkled in the light as she dashed across the completely destroyed observation deck, her white dress billowing behind her, her blonde hair damp and matted from the wind and snow that Kong had thrown upon her in Central Park earlier, their last moment of peace. The last quiet moment they'd shared before fate intervened.
Ann rounded the corner, just as Kong swung upward and out of sight. Her footsteps echoed in the deserted deck, her breath coming out in short, ragged puffs. Ann scrambled up the metal staircase, stumbling once along the way, groping the railing for support.
She smacked against the door, pried it open with her last ounce of strength left in her body, and threw herself outside, where the cacophony and chaos still ensued. Ann rushed to the balustrade, trying not to succumb to vertigo, and leaned back, looking up. Craning her neck, Ann shielded her eyes as the morning sunrise invaded her eyesight.
I am truly sorry about this being so short, but by the time I finished it, I had already posted the first chapter, so I couldn't post this with that. I'd do more, but I'm sorry to say I can't remember what happens next in the film... this is what I call a "Senior Moment." I should remember too, as I saw the film twice. oh, well. When the DVD comes out,I may possibly do Ann entire perspective from the movie, so watch out for that all you Kong fans.