'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 21; Part 2: (Dannity)

I was practically startled out of my slight panties, as I hesitantly went under the bricks of doom, when my phone chirped in loudly; holding it up to see the blue light shine with Nik's name.

Ultimately, deciding not to engage her at this moment (not the most mature act, but I'm pissed) and didn't click to answer – I mean, she did go and run off with what could be potentially deadening for us both.

As much I could fight the fact, I was always going to have direct danger as long as I was associated with 'the one.'

For the fraction of the second before I knew the call would go to voicemail, I focused my index finger just above the green 'answer' button.

A sudden ping clashed on the metal; forgetting all together Nikki's phone call... instead focusing more on where the hell the noise had emanated from.

A double take to a sizable rock was the culprit for the abrupt noise; the object was sent just inches from my now slightly worn-out sneaker.

Scooping it up, and inspecting the malachite colored mineral, realization of the un-coincidence of how this materialized in front of me – shook me down to the point of groveling for grievance towards the unseen force behind the throw.

A crunching metal sound broke through the silenced air.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary from the left to right side of the apparent aging building. I swooped around in a one motion trick to scope the murkiness of shadows, and dark corners behind me; the grey figure from before wasn't seen. Although, my eyes couldn't pinpoint any oddness, my inward intuition was flipping somersaults, and balance beaming on my bladder. It was still somewhere, near – I could feel it.

Just don't let it smell your fear; within the fear is where its strength lies in.

As seconds scorched into endless, mind-numbing minutes passing, I gave up on my tensed posture; eschewed at my own inner crazy.

Perhaps sleep; the lack of a peaceful nights' rest in what – I don't know, felt like age – maybe boiled down to why the fact I have become such a paranoid creature of my own making; or just, perchance, some purely damn unreliable emotional eruptions had intervened into my imagination.

The occasionally infuriating piece of technology in my hands began pouring a glow onto the grass ahead of me, which brought me back to its' attention.

Yet... again, as I began to press the 'answer' button, the phone snappishly stopped ringing.

Well, this had become a first; Nik never gives up that easily on me to answer. I could really use her tell-it-like-it-is; call-out-bullshit feedback right about now.

Another ping sprouted out of nowhere.

Instantly, tensing up again, as another breed of the same rock material landed not but a few inches from my feet. The crunching sound returned but, now with a horrible nail on a chalk-board grating.

The tingling nerve ending goose bumps rose all along my arms; up my shoulders, choking at my neck, then, proceeded to slither down my back.

All that was moving – as I all I could make out – were the trees blowing in the light breeze.

IT grew louder!

Something snapped sub-consciously; intuition; that little voice that usually doesn't say a word to me till it's too late – flew into overdrive.

My gaze followed the scarping sound upward.

The Scaffolding!

It was...

MOVING!

FALLING...

TOWARD...

ME!

There was no running; jumping out of the way in the nick of time... nothing I could do! I had no time but embrace for the impact.

Fragments of the brick began to clunk to the ground.

Liquid plotted the cement around, as well as claiming spots on my jacket and just cleanly, washed hair. Insisting it was the rain from the nights' earlier freak of a raging storm, I had no intention to interrogate the water as I instantly felt all I could possibly do now was sink to the pavement; cover my – what I thought was a very big – head.

Halfway hinging to a crouching position, I chunked out a heaping breath as a powerfully tightening grip coiled around my arms; my waist; hitting me with the force of a two-ton transfer-truck.