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Story about Lagertha and John. Married couple living in the heart of wilderness in Alaska. Fighting with cruel weather, endless winters, wild animals and sometimes against each other.
Story writen along with my talented friend, one and o...
Back on Henry's house John looked around and shook his head. They couldn't stay any longer. Whatever was buried in there needed time to dig out and they had no such thing. "We need to go back," he murmured, feeling a weird feeling creeping in. "We need to go back now." He mattered and rushed almost running back to his horse.
Frank followed him and they galloped toward a path. They were in the middle of the path, when sudden gun shot surprised them and Frank's horse im the movement neighed painfully and fell, making Frank fall right on the ground, breaking his arm. "Fuck!" He screamed painfully, trying to immediately find cover behind a tree. John's horse stood on his front legs, kicking, until John quickly jumped down, grabbed rifle from behind his back and rushed to Frank. They didn't say a word, only listened.
Soon a sound of footsteps sounded from a near bush. And shot echoed from that direction, sending bullet, that ended only few inches above their heads.
"Fuckin' hell!" He blurred out, dragging Frank behind the tree. They tried to listen closely, before they fired back, betraying their position. But he couldn't hear heavy footsteps these are light, he thought. Definitely not the one of much tall man. "We mean ya no harm!" John shouted in case it was a scared woman.
Lagertha heard John's voice, but she couldn't move a bit. Between her and him was walking in circles Henry, who followed her through woods for good hour already. Her dress was wet from rain and snow, hands shaking, but she held the rifle. However she couldn't shoot, if she missed, she would hit John or Frank.
In the house sudden sound reminding furious beast echoed and Atka jumped through the closed window, breaking it into shatters and he ran toward forest, following Lagertha's scent.
"Johny, Johny," Henry murmured, hiding between rocks and trees, waiting for a single movement. "Why you always have to ruin my plans, you hairy smelly ape."
John tried to hold even his breath. He slowly turned to Frank and closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't have to be there to take a bullet for this. He had children and a wife, waiting for him at home. "Sorry for this," he murmured, before he pushed him and let him roll on the downhill behind them. He fell on soft grass, but at least he was away from that fucker. "Ya forgot ya balls at home, Henry boy?" John said out loud. "Ya step like a fuckin' cat." Slowly he crawled to the next tree, the on the next one and stood behind it in silence.
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In all her nerves almost desperate chuckle left Lagertha's mouth, but she held it, not making a sound. He heard her, she knew, because from a moment they appeared, Henry didn't move, but she managed to quickly ran behind a rock to hide. She held her chin up as John taught her, this way her breathing, although heavy, was unhearable as she had fully opened airways.
"Why are you hiding, John, hm?" Henry spoke, adding bullets to his gun. "You scared, you might die? What would you lose?" He spoke, while he suddenly made few steps closer to direction, where John's voice sounded before. Now for John was more than sure, that light steps didn't belong to Henry, but that there was somebody else in the wood with them.
