You Saved Me (Emison Fanfic)

Ch. 1 - If I Could Do It All Over

Two shots fired. Two bodies slumped on the ground. One blood curdling scream and no way to undo what was done. Alison stood motionless.

Her legs like lead. Her heart like a stone. Her breathing getting harder.

One voice, her voice, strained through the deafening silence that followed, "go. Go."

Ali had no time to reach over and touch her, she had no time to hold her in her lap and cradle her head, she only had time to hide her body someplace safe and to do as she was told and go.

x-x-x-x

Ali ran through the bushes and thickets of trees for what seemed like eternity for as fast as she could.

Each step she took seemed like it took longer, like she was getting slower, but she needed to get to the road...and fast. She ignored the pain shooting through her arm and the cramp she was developing from half jumping and running over the low shrubs.

Her ankles, arms and face were all being whipped by the branches and thorns. Any area of her skin left uncovered was now being covered with red slashes and welts. The cold air began to subside and now turned to ignite like flames across her skin.

She ignored the pain and focused on running. Just running. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, making her lungs burn and her blood thump loudly in her ears.

Run, Alison, run and get help. She needs you.

Alison looked back and forth, making sure no one was following her and kept running. Her hair matted to the sweat on her face, her dress covered in blood, but only some of it was hers.

She fell on her hands and knees, stabbing them with thistles, breaking small branches and twigs along the way. And for a second she wished that she could give up and lay there. Let herself fall into eternal sleep and return to the Earth like these leaves would. Like the dirt. Like every living thing that has ever walked the earth. But that second is over and Alison forces herself to get up.

She ignores every muscle fiber in her body that is screaming for her to stop and she keeps going. The sun in going down and she's running out of time.

This isn't about her anymore, this is about who she has to save. Who she wants to save. Who she IS going to save.

x-x-x-x

The sun is starting to set and Ali is exhausted, battered, and a few more steps from collapsing. But the voice is in Ali's head again. It's her voice. "Go, go."

Alison grunts and by the sheer force of her memories, her body urges forward. Save her Alison. You can't let her down again.

Ali hears the faint sound of tires on pavement and by miracle, a new surge of energy washes over her until she makes the final steps forward and lurches onto Highway 5. She stumbles as her feet find solid ground and in a matter of seconds a truck comes to a screeching halt a mere inches from her weakened body.

A burly man and short robust woman emerge from either side of the truck and approach Ali, who had her back to the couple, her hands on her knees, gasping for any air that will come to her.

"What in the name of God were you doing out here in the middle of the goddamn-"

"Robert! Shut up! Oh my god, look."

The shorter no-named woman walked slowly beside her husband and pointed to Alison's legs, covered in dirt and mud and blood. No shoes, no trace of looking like she meant to run out to the middle of that road.

"Jesus, what the hell? Listen, are you all right?" The man had a country twang in his voice and Ali momentarily forgot where she was, the exhaustion and stress overwhelmed her and she barely had enough energy to turn around before her body started to slump towards the ground.