A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! This chapter starts out as an alternation between Cath and Sara's POV once again. To avoid confusion, Cath is now in italic, Sara in bold ;)
I can't stand it anymore, I'm not going to wait for some idea to fly into my mind, I'm going after her right now. Some may say that what I am doing is reckless, but I don't much care right now. I've waited far too long in hope of me getting an idea of what I was going to do in order to get Sara back, and I have a strong feeling that something is definetly wrong.
Thoughts and scenarios are racing through my mind at the speed of light. Ever since I saw that rotted corpse in the back of this truck these thoughts started, and they won't stop. They won't stop until I bring Sara back.
I saw some faded tire treds along this road I'm going on, so I know I'm getting close. I think I can see a faded building in the distance, though I'm not completely sure. My foot is stomping down on the gas pedal extra hard, my hands are clutching the steering wheel and my knuckles are turning white. Adrenaline is surging through me, giving me an extra boost of energy.
Now I can see lights in the distance. Lights inside a building. Now I know for sure that I'm close. My fingers are now wrapped as tightly as they can be around the steering wheel, and the gas pedal is down as much as it can go. I can feel my lips curl and my teeth gritting with anxiety. I flash the bright headlights of the truck so I can see what's in front of me. I can see a figure in the distance, lying on the ground a ways from the building.
I stopped the truck and threw the door open. I stumbled out of the truck to get a better look at what or who this figure was. Squinting from the headlights now blinding me. My steps were small as I approached the figure- I still wasn't sure if this figure was human or animal, and if it was animal I did not want to get my face mauled off. I started running as I noticed the figure was human. I just hoped it wasn't who I feared it was...
I woke up after the torture my body had endured. I looked around, slightly disoriented, trying to find out where I was. I could feel my hands still bound in front of me, the ropes slicing into my arms and wrists like knives. I stared straight into the sky, trying to make out constellations in the sky once again. I can see Orian's Belt, I was always able to pick that one out right away.
I let out a long sigh, which actually turned out to sound like a cat dying. I turned my head to look from side to side, this small task taking a lot of effort. I closed my eyes. I could feel my teeth chattering and my body shaking unvolunterillaly. It was freezing, and my shoes were now gone.
I lied there for a maybe half an hour before I heard something in the distance. I was afraid it was the giant group of monstrous psycho women coming back to finish what they started, but I sighed in relief when I heard a car coming closer. Now I just had to hope that they didn't run me over.
I tried sitting up or making some sort of sign that I was lying here. I squinted as I was blinded by two bright headlights and I tried to raise my hands up to shield my eyes. I heard the door open to the vehicle and footsteps. I could immediately make out the figure of the person in front of me as they fell to their knees in front of me.
Catherine had quickly made the figure out as Sara. She ran over to her and collapsed onto her knees, putting two fingers on her neck to find a pulse. She almost withdrew her hand from the brunette's neck as she made contact with her cold, clammy skin. Catherine found a pulse and started looking Sara over for injuries.
Catherine looked down at her hands, quickly taking note of the torn white rope holding them in place. She tugged at the tight knot, stopping when she heard a pitiful whimper come from the limp form on the ground next to her.
"I'm sorry, Sara," Catherine told her. "Hang on, I'm going to try and find something to cut this rope." Catherine ran back to the truck, leaving Sara alone for a few moments as she jumped inside to look for something to use. She found a pocket knife and jumped back out, running over to Sara and holding her hands up, slicing at the rope. The rope was sliced off and Sara's hands were released. Catherine cradled both of her hands in hers, wincing herself as she saw the now-raw, tender skin and the dark rings around her wrists where the rope had been tied.
"Sara, can you speak to me?" Catherine asked her.
Sara looked up at Catherine, breathing heavily. "Cath?"
"Yeah, honey, it's me."
"I...want to go..home," Sara said, her hands slowly moving to find something to cling onto. Catherine took her hands and squeezed them gently.
"I know Sara, I'm going to get you home," Catherine told her. She took in Sara's full form. She had dirt on her cheeks and clothes, her shoes were gone and her feet looked pretty torn-up. Her arms and hands were red and raw, her clothes were torn revealing the small scrapes and cuts she had. She had a drying stream of blood on her forehead, stopping just above her nose.
Catherine, fighting back tears, looked back down at Sara. "Honey, I need to get you inside the truck."
Sara just nodded weakly. Catherine slowly lifted her up under her arms, making Sara moan in pain a few times. Catherine quickly apologized as she moved her to the truck. When she got to the passenger's side, she lifted her into the seat and reached over her, buckling her inside and closing the door. She ran around to the driver's side and got in, closing the door and starting the truck back up.
"Hang on, Sara," Catherine told her, looking over at her. "We're almost--" And that was when she noticed it. The gas meter was at empty. They were stuck. "No..." Catherine said, trying to start the truck up again. "No, no, no, no, no..." she said, her voice breaking with anger and irritation.
"Cath...what's wrong?" Sara asked from her seat.
Catherine looked over at her, not wanting to admit that they were stuck without any more gas. "It's...it's...we're...out of gas, Sara," Catherine said, lowering her head in defeat.
"No..." Sara whispered. "I just want to go home!" she said, raising her voice as loud as her body would allow at the moment and burying her head in Catherine's shoulder crying.
"I know, Sara," Catherine said, fighting back tears of her own. She couldn't stand to see someone close to her cry, and at the moment she wasn't feeling too hot either. Catherine looked up through the windshield and saw the group of monsters coming toward the truck. Catherine wrapped her arms around Sara, hoping that if the women did get near them that she would at least be able to save Sara from any more harm.
Sara looked up to see the giants coming closer and closer and she let out a small scream, holding onto Catherine for dear life. Catherine could see the fear in her colleague's eyes and feel her nails digging into her arms and back. "It's okay Sara, I'm not going to let them hurt you," Catherine whispered.
She shut her eyes tightly as the door was ripped open.
