Eagle's Eyes
By Stor-E-Phool
"Free" was not the word to use just yet.
I took Ren's hand in mine and led him as we ran. The old shack of a house seemed so much bigger than it had the first day of our holding; I remembered thinking "Aren't the bad guys supposed to live in castles?" as Ren and I were shoved through the old door of the place. But now it felt like a mansion compared to the little room I've been living in up to now.
My breath came in rasps, itching my already raw throat. I looked back to see that the captor that had been in my room had recovered from surprise. He now followed closely behind us as we made our way through the halls, flapping his mouth in the shape of what had to be profanities at us.
Suddenly, Ren loosened his grip on my hand, and rammed it into our pursuer's face. The portly man collapsed in a heap, out cold.
"Your ears amaze me," I whispered to him as I took hold of his hand again. He turned his sightless eyes back on me and nodded, unable to tap me a reply at the moment.
I looked forward.
"Ren, the door is straight ahead." I turned my eyes to his face again. "There's a lock. Can you still do it?" He smiled, and I replied, "Go for it."
I stood back, and Ren sprang forward. His shoulder made a solid impact that shook the whole house, and he fell as the door flew open. I rushed to him and examined his shoulder. His face scrunched up in pain.
"Are you okay?" His chest moved with a low vibration. He had groaned. "You hit too hard, then."
He sat up, and grasped the part of his arm he hit. "Let's go." He mouthed, and I grabbed his hand once again.
"Let's continue on, then."
A/N: I've had lots of reviews already! I'm so glad that you find it interesting. I tried to make this chapter longer, but not too long. I want to keep this story going steady. Please continue reading and reviewing, and have a great day/night.
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Stor-E-Phool