She's running, and running. Her heart is racing. It's catching up to her. She's running through the undergrowth of the forest. Running for her life. She makes a sharp turn to the right as the chase continues. Minutes pass. Making a sudden stop, she is greeted by a tall wire fence, inches from her face. She's here.
Kara glances over her shoulder; the beast has temporarily lost her trail. She returns her gaze at the barrier. Small, sharp barbs, coiled around the intricate crisscross of metal the stare her straight in the face. She has to do it, she has to climb up. A stomach churning howl in the distance distracts her from her thoughts, informing her the beast has found her trail again. Weaving her fingers through gaps as large as her palm, she begins to climb. Using her small feet to her advantage she finds numerous feet and finger holes. Ignoring the sharp pain of the small barbs, she works her way up. Kara looks past her shoulder again. Although only halfway up she has a clear view of the dense forest and to her estimation she traveled roughly three kilometers. Looking down, she is glad she does not have a fear of heights because she can see the large brown figure of the huge overgrown looking bear prowling around the bottom, waiting for her to fall.
Kara continues to climb, she estimated the wall to be roughly twenty-five meters tall. Finally she has made it to the top. But now the hard part. Getting down. Flicking her long brown plat out of the way, she swings her left leg over, then her right. Slowly working her way down, finding foot and finger holes. Towards the bottom, she sees the beast waiting for her on the opposite side. She knows she cannot get close or the beast would be able to reach her through the fence with its long, sharp claws. Not far from the top, she guessed fifteen meters above ground, she hesitated, unsure of what to do. Should she jump? She thought about it. At this height she would at least break something. Death was an extreme case but still a possibility. A final decision was made, she was bound to not make it home from her mission and she preferred her chances with jumping anyway. Kara decided to take the risk. She would jump.
Pressing her knees against her chest she pushed her legs out and let go of the fence. She felt as though she were flying, except the fact that she could be falling to her death. Finally, she hit the ground with a rather loud thud and used her legs as suspension and pushed into a forward roll attempting to lighten the load of the fall. Landing in a heap, every muscle and bone hurt with excruciating pain. Blackness threatened to engulf her. And finally, she let it.
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Clocktower
General Fiction*I wrote this like legit ages ago and its probably terrible but whatever, and if your gonna comment or whatever, bear in mind that I do take advice but within reason* Story line: Kara's parents were killed when she was really young, as a result she...
