Linewalkers

14 | Favor and Savior

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She was trapped and from the sounds of it, her attacker was furious. 

Pain trickled up and down her arms, her lungs screaming for air, and she couldn't even scream with the amount of sand in her face. If anyone had seen her getting attacked on the beach, they didn't care and that scared her even more. The heavy weight on her back shifted, her head was yanked backwards, and a knife rested against her neck. 

She sputtered, "Please...I have no idea w-what you're talking about! Please don't kill me, please!" 

"You are a danger to everyone here," The male hissed, "I'm doing you a favor." 

"Please! I was forced!" She cried, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, "I'm just trying to save my b-bestfriend." 

The knife dug into her skin, "Your pleas are meaningless." 

She didn't get another chance to say anything because she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. In the next moment, there were grunts and males cursing before the knife dropped from her neck into the sand. She was freed when the weight lifted from her back and she coughed, filling her airs with much needed air. She grabbed the knife and flipped over. 

Only a few feet away, two males were wrestling in the surf of the ocean. What made her eyes widen in disbelief was the one male who had wings sprouting from his back. They were giant and bird-like with an intricate brown and black design. It reminded her of a hawk. The other male fighting the winged one was smaller and leaner but he held his ground. 

She didn't waste another moment. While her attacker was distracted, she clutched the knife in her hands and ran. The males were shouting something at each other in a language she couldn't understand and frankly, their angry tones only frightened her more. She had no idea what she was doing or where she was going. She was so confused and scared. 

Her feet slapped against the sand and she slipped once or twice. She was heading straight down the beach, she didn't dare run back into the town. She had encountered two hostile beings and she wasn't about to do it a third time. She heard a cry of pain, the distant flutter of feathers, and then a rhythmic patter of four feet laid pursuit behind her. 

A scream was caught in her throat, she didn't dare look back. She tried to force her legs to move faster but it was no use. For the second time today, she was tackled from behind and thrown into the sand. Yet she was prepared for it this time and she whipped out the knife, slashing blindly at her attacker. 

There was a hiss of pain and then the knife was jerked from her grip. She panicked, wiggling beneath the weight that settled on her lower back. She never really believed in things happening the exact same way twice but here she was. And she was actually going to die this time. 

"Stop struggling so much," A male voice grumbled, "I'm not going to kill you." 

She didn't listen. 

"Calm down," He insisted, his hands capturing her hands grabbing at sand, "I chased off your attacker but there's no saying he won't come back. We need to get to safety."