For once I actually felt at peace with the world, none of the turmoils of life thrashing and breaking my figure. A small twitch in my brain warned of an onslaught of pain rushing through my head.
The ground felt mucky and uneven against my outstretched palms. Rotting leaves making the landscape look like a wasteland. The stench made my eyes water, the toxic fumes consuming my lungs and a new sensation pricked deep in the pit of my stomach... disgust. It was brewing, churning.... waiting for relief, waiting to distance it's slippery tentacles from the clutches of my gut.
I retracted my hand from a nearby fallen tree that I had fumbled upon. The rest of its branches long and pointy, looking menacingly above me in their splendour. The mere pressence very much alive. The feeling that made me let go of the support breezes over me. Thousands and thousands of ants had managed to crawling my hands and feet. Millions of pitchers were dangerously close to my ripped and scathed skin. I bit back a scream as the very same thought crawled into the minds of the creatures. Nip after nip, pinch after pinch, bite after bite. The onslaught was never-ending yet my trauma remained as silent as possible.
The cold-blooded scoindrel of a monster was still lurking in the vinicity of the jungle, i could feel the eyes wedging their glares into my exposed back. The shirt torn and dirty with dirt and decay. They were hidden, behind veils of green. Green vines, green shrubs, green leaves.
I could feel two bullet like eyes vote into my back... again but closer this time. The uncanny feeling I was being watched three me off kilter. It could literally be anyone there...
I got up into my feet, not willing to be pushed around again in my life. I would most definitely not be going down... without a fight.
A calming aura decended over the jungle, with my change of attitude it seemed the terror had vanished. The last of the ants were still scurring off as I cursed them, and rather loudly too.
"Stupid little midgets." I muttered under my breath.
A deep melodious chuckle caused a reverb to dance around the trees, casually bounding off their trunks. The effect sounded vaguely like panning, and it was beginning to scare me. With the sudden burst of tranquility amongst the flora and fauna, who wouldn't have their suspicions raised?
Hearing the laugh all around you was unerving to say the least. Lord knows who else could be canped out and marroned on this deathtrap.
The rustling of bushes dragged my attention toward them. The next few minutes blinked in a giant whielwind before my two eyes. The rustling became louder and louder in a never ending crescendo. The sudden pang of claustrophobia grew and grew, suffocating me, taking away all my breathing space. Walls were being erected around my body.
Cold and sharp... symbolising death and destruction. It sliced through the top layer of my skin
A whimper got stuck in my throat causing the blade to sink even deeper into my flash. It was a sharp and tense sensation as the knife was drawn against one of my healing cuts. Tears sting my eyes and I had to retain from crying out in shock. The initial suprise was beginning to fade away. I hadn't even realised my eyes had fluttered closed and now, my pathetic fumbling in the dark made me feel foolish.
His breath fanned against my back and tickled the bottom love of my ear. His whispering continued making me nervous, the bushes times mixing with the outer atmosphere. I shivered visibly and looked up only to Gaza into a pair of glistening brown orbs. Darker strands of colour stood out in his irises as the light bounced off the various shades. A mysterious effect was created as the orange sunset in the background created a perfect illusion.
My mouth went completely dry and it hung open as a pair of confused eyes mirrored my own.
With a coarse voice, i tried to speak but the croak that came out of my my strained dry throat was unfathomable. The salivary glands embeded in my throat had recived no command to continue to continue and the fast desert in my mouth made the words raspy and wrung out. My voice completely unheard in the best silence.
I tried to smile, the edges of my lips curving upwards. I took in the immaculate specimen before me and dazed off.
His hair was rough around the edges and slightly tousled. His locks were floppy as he had to look down to me. He was tall and looked agile. Not too toned but just enough, his biceps and abs prominent but not over-carved. Definitely a swimmers body. He was almost a head taller than me so he had to slouch slightly to ensure the knife was plastered to my neck.
I gathered up my courage and spoke, my voice still wavered but the words came out ... relatively articulated.
"Who are you?" He seemed amused, the snicker near my ear grew louder.
"Oh sweetheart, don't act like the damsel here. We both know you were sent here to kill me." I was flabbergasted. Words could not conprehend what I was feeling at this exact moment.
"Huh?" I bit back a bitter laugh. My tone stronger than anticipated. I refused to let the stuttering take over.
"And such a pity too... such a pretty girl." He lifted my golden hair that was now glistening in the natural spotlight the sun created. He was behind me now. Admiring my backside. I could feel his eyes straying. Boys will be boys.
I hooked my leg through his, getting up and comfortable with him. I turned around abruptly letting my hair flick him in the face. A rough tap to his cheek brought him back to his senses. The knife was long gone from my throat and I smiled manipulatively, wickedly.
I twisted his words and gazed adoringly into his beautiful orbs.
"Such a pity too... such a sexy boy." Without batting an eyelid I did what I had to do and kneed him... where the sun don't shine.
As soon as his high-pitched whine reached my ears, i bolted for the trees. Just to get away. A nagging feeling told me that we were not going to the best of friends...
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