Alfa and Omega

Part 11 - Escape

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Third person P.O.V. Focused on Jayralia

Jayra huddled with Zorua against the cold metal door of the truck they were trapped in as it drove on. After what she estimated to be roughly one million years, it stopped, and she heard people get out. "If they open the door," she whispered to her pokemon friend. "run as fast as you can off the road so the truck can't follow."

"Zor." Zorua nodded.

They heard a lock click, and as the door of the moving truck slid open, the two friends burst out and started dashing away.

"Hey!" A squad member called. "Get back here!"

The black clothed people quickly gave chase to the fleeing figures, and were soon gaining on them. Jayra stole a quick glance over her shoulder, only to see her captors bearing down on her. Then she tripped, and went sprawling. Jayra tumbled through some bushes, and rolled a little ways, before the forest stopped, and she saw that she was on the edge of an almost vertical slope that went quite a ways down. The squad leader was just reaching out a hand to grab her, when Jayra's momentum carried her just a bit to far, and she tumbled down the slope. Feeling her body becoming scraped and bruised, she crashed through bush after bush, and slammed into rock after rock. There was no way to control the decent, so all Jayra could do was try to protect her head, and wait to hit bottom.

When at last she did, she tried to stand, but her vision was blurry and filled with spots, and she quickly fell back down again. Her head was spinning, her body throbbed, and she didn't know what happened to Zorua. The last time Jayra could remember seeing him was when they were running. He had swerved away to the right after they got out of the truck, while she had gone more left, so for all she knew, he might have been recaptured.

Wincing, she picked a twig out of one of her larger scrapes, and felt slightly sick at the sight of the drips of red tracing their way down her arm.

"No," Jayra told herself. "I have to find Zorua. I have to find Zorua. I will not sit here and sleep, I will not start crying and feeling sorry for myself. I will find Zorua. I will find Zorua."

Chanting this in a weak voice, Jayra attempted to stand again, and this time succeeded. She took a step forward, feeling her ribs throb as she did so. They were most likely bruised. Maybe dented.

Jayra kept putting one foot forward at a time, keeping her eyes on the ground, which was why, when she passed a pine tree, she did not see the low hanging branch that jutted from the truck, and got hit in the face. Hurting her battered body much more then it normally would have, the tree branch shed some needles that promptly got stuck in Jayra's hair. Growling at it, the girl brushed the needles off, and kept walking.

The woods at the bottom of the slope looked much the same as the woods at the top. Trees, flowers, bushes, rocks, nothing out of the ordinary. She didn't see a path, nor did she have any idea where she was, but Jayra stubbornly refused to stop moving.

Finally, her head gave a particularly painful throb, and she fell to her knees. Tears running down her cheeks, she managed to rise up an inch before her body refused to keep going, and collapsed. Everything was just one big whirl of pain as the forest around her slowly faded to black.

Third person P.O.V. Focused on Zorua (a few minutes ago)

Zorua ran as fast as his legs could carry him away from the truck. There was no way he was going to get caught again, no way in a million years. He hated being trapped, would do just about anything to avoid it, and if that meant running like heck away from a bunch of people in stupid looking hats till he dropped, so be it.