Run for it

Chapter Seventeen- Fox?

Artemisia's POV

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"I have to warn Fox." I whispered to myself, still gaping at the sight. What was it doing here? Why was it heading towards the tribe? What will it do to the tribe?

I willed my legs to move, as they stood, frozen to the ground. After a few seconds they broke off into a hard, fast sprint. My feet pounded the earth below, sending up clouds of dust behind me, one sentence repeating itself in my mind. Just get to Fox.

Following what I could remember from when I walked off, I traced my way back to Fox, racing past trees, tripping over tree roots, but managing to carry on. I couldn't just let whatever was happening pass by. People could get seriously hurt. It was all on me. I was the only one who saw. I was the only one who knew.

My heart hammered in my ribcage, threating to tear right out. Sharp intakes of breath where being forced down my throat, until I couldn't take it any longer. My feet skidded to a halt, and I just collapsed right then and there, my face pressing against the earth floor, limbs sprawled around me.

"ARTEMISIA!" I heard someone cry, but it was so faint, so far away. How long had I been running? It must have been at least half an hour, in full on sprint. I couldn't move my muscles anymore, they were just like dead weights holding me down. My eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, and I fought as hard as I could to keep them open, but it was a pointless battle, as my vision slowly faded and my thoughts kicked in. How would I warn Fox, when I was spent, lying on this floor feeling half dead.

As I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone grab my shoulders, shaking me awake, and my eyes opened painstakingly slowly, and through my blurred vision I saw a panicked Fox, hands almost breaking my arms, he was shaking me so violently. Lines of worry, creased his forehead, and his usually laughing eyes, were swirling with alarm.

I summoned up all the strength I had left, and put into one single word, which was barely a whisper, but I knew he would be able to hear me.

"Fox?" I asked the barely audible word passing my numb lips. He stopped shaking me and stared at me for one single second, before embracing me in a bone-crushing  hug. As he fiercely gripped my shoulders, he kept repeating the same two words over and over again.

"It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. It's...it's...it's OK." His voice broke on the last word, taken over by sobs. Going against every thought, feeling and impulse I torturously lifted m arms, up and and around his neck, my limbs screaming for me stop and give up. But I wasn't going to give up. I battled on through the pain, and ever so slightly tightened my grip.

I felt something drop onto my forehead, trickling down the bridge of my nose, and running onto my cheek. I looked up to see fox red eyed, and trembling each time he took a breath.

"We...uh...need to save the...uh...the- the tribe." I stumbled out, taking a deep breath and forcing my legs to move into a kneeling position. But from that spot I felt my self topple over like some kind of expensive china vase, left on the edge of the mantle piece just waiting for one clumsy, unsuspecting child to reach out with their small sticky fingers and push it over the edge, leaving it to fall to the ground and smash into tiny little pieces. Although this time, I was both the child and the vase, pushing myself to the limits, drawing ever nearer to the line, until I couldn't help it anymore.

In the challenging times in life, they say if you push through, it will get easier. But this time, I had pushed myself to far, and, just like that vase had fallen.

I lay, face in the dirt, arms lying defeated next to me, my hair one big tangled mess around my head. I had given up. I couldn't move. I would have given anything to have just fallen asleep right then and there, but of course that was never going to happen.

"Look I will trust you to the day I die, so when you say the tribe are in danger, I'm not just going to be taking that lightly, even considering how much I hate some of them- mentioning no names of course *cough* dad *cough*. So you are coming with me, even if I have to carry you there and back." And so that's what he did. He picked me up in a bridal lift and started to walk quickly to the tribe, while I did the helpful job of falling asleep.

Wow that was late, am I right. Haha, ha...ha...ha... yeah probably not the best time to be laughing but you know, it's up there and all that shit *excuse my swearing* so just be grateful I didn't forget about it and not up date until like another months time. So...yeah anyway, below (yes down there, click on the thing that says external link) is this song I found and really like, and no not because they're all acting psychopathic I just like the song. So listen to more than you watch the music video it will help you be less prejudice. And also above is a bridal carry, probably not the best to use in the situation, but the best I could describe of how Fox carried Artemisia. So, that's all I have to say and yeah. BYE GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!