Fiction Fragment Friday
This week’s story came from a dream. In the dream I was writing this story out by hand in a notebook. I was also acting out the fight and pausing to write the descriptions. When I woke the scene was too good to not do something with. Of course being a dream it didn’t have an ending nor did it have actual words written.
I also find fight scenes to be a bit of a struggle for me to write because I don’t think visually. That meant this was going to be a much needed challenge. I am exceedingly happy with how the story ended up turning out and I hope you are too.
A wave of panic hit me like a physical thing. I had only been in one fight over my entire seventeen years up to that point and it was an even match. As such any fight would have made me nervous, but this pushed me past that. The girl across from me looked like any other incredibly beautiful girl my age, but deep down I could feel that she was not human. I instinctively knew that she was faster, stronger, and far more vicious than me. She exuded an oppressive aura of fear and was posed to strike.
I grabbed the walker next to me with both hands and shoved it out in front of me. I was operating on instinct and at that moment it didn’t even strike me as strange that there was a walker in the room. I positioned the legs of the walker around the girl hoping to pin her against the wall and keep her from attacking. There was no next step to my plan other than not be viciously killed.
She moved faster than my eyes could completely process. In one fluid motion she spun to her left and stepped back easily dodging to face the side of the walker. Her right hand reached into the inner pocket of her jacket pulling out a collapsable baton. It only took a flick of her wrist to fully expand it while swinging at my left arm just below the shoulder. My body shook with the impact of the walker against the wall a fraction of a second before the baton hit.
Pain, unlike anything I had ever felt, shot through my arm where the baton struck. My body twisted with the impact sending the walker tumbling to the ground. I think I screamed, but everything went fuzzy at that moment. Nausea rose and for a moment I thought I was going to vomit on her. My stomach thankfully settled as I stumbled back in shock. My useless left arm hung at my side not responding to my attempts at moving it. If she had pressed her attack in that moment, I would have been helpless to defend myself.
I forced my head up and found a smiling face staring back at me. My eyes were drawn to the fangs in her upper row of teeth. I also couldn’t help but notice that she was not moving. I don’t just mean she was standing still either. She was supernaturally still in a way I never imagined was possible. Her chest was not rising or falling with breath, her eyes did not blink, and there was not the slightest sway to her body. I expected her to be moving to attack or at least in a defensive stance. Instead, she just stood there looking at me.
“What do you want,” I pleaded hoping for some kind of mercy.
“What do I want?” She let out a chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. “Should I point out that you made the first move? Perhaps I should be asking what you want.” There was no anger to her comments, just a musical slightly wistful note to her tone. She seemed genuinely amused by me.
I fought back the tears threatening to overwhelm me. Pain and fear were combining with the shock and only a deep born stubbornness was keeping my betraying body in check. “Can’t we just talk?”
“Do you always talk with a walker?” She licked her lips staring at my arm.
I looked down to see what had drawn her attention. It was turning dark black and purple where the baton had struck me. The visible blood just under the skin seemed to be tempting her like the smell of a good steak on the grill might tempt me. “I’m sorry, I panicked. I’ll just go now, and we can forget about this. “
I didn’t see her move. One moment she was facing me and the next she was behind me. Her left hand put pressure on my bruise making me wince and let out a bit of a whimper. Her body was pressed against mine from behind with her lips barely brushing my right ear. I could feel a sharp nail on the tip of her finger running along my neck. “Oh, girly it’s too late for that. You made me work up an appetite.” My mind screamed to run, but my body would not respond to it.
I let out a gasp of pain as her fangs pierced the skin on my neck. It was a sharp focused pain like a needle then the skin in that area went numb. Initially I felt a warmth spread across my body as my mind went fuzzy. It was so hard to focus of continue to have clear thoughts. Everything was sensations that didn’t match the physical effects of blood loss. I began to shiver uncontrollably as the warmth left me and a cold unlike anything I had ever experienced took its place. My vision started to darken, and, in that moment, I accepted my approaching death.
“Young Mistress you know better than that.” I was too disoriented to be startled by the British accented man in the doorway, but thankfully she wasn’t. At the sound of his voice, I felt her lips leave my neck and my mind start to clear. I was woozy from blood loss, but whatever had sapped my will to fight was quickly fading.
“But Harrington.” There was a whine to her tone now completely at odds with her previous assuredness.
“No buts young lady. The rules are very clear. No killing at school and the punishment if you turn her is even more severe.”
The room began to spin around me until the floor came rushing up to hit me. I lay there staring up at the girl who had just dropped me. “Fine. Fix it then. That’s what you always do. Make mommy and daddy’s problems go away.” She motioned to me as if I were one of these problems.
“If but I could, but you are still here despite my vehement objections. Run along though and I will clean up after you as always.”
She stomped out of the room with exaggerated motions and huffing sounds. It was so different from the smooth creature that had nearly killed me just moments ago. I struggled to move, but had no strength left and my arm still wouldn’t respond to me. I tried to speak to call for help but couldn’t make the sound come.
The man who I could now see was in an immaculate black tailored suit came over to my side. “Now what shall we do with you?” he pondered as he stood over me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of glowing blue liquid. I struggled as he moved to pour it down my throat, but he easily overpowered me. “Now, now, stop your fighting. I’m not going to hurt you unless of course you try to tell anyone about what happened here. You see my mistress is not allowed to take a life while at school, but I assure you I have no such restrictions. If you become a problem I will have to deal with you more permanently.” He patted my cheek and stood to leave. “Now be a good girl and try to forget this ever happened.”
I once again felt warmth spread through my body. Sensations returned to my arm causing me to scream in pain before the pain faded. I found I could move it again and the bruises were already fading. My vision started to clear, but my eyelids felt so heavy I couldn’t keep them open. My strength was not returning as fast as the rest of my body was healing. Instead, I slipped from consciousness needing a long rest.
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