The Life of Jezebel Firetongue

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A/N****Hi everybody! So, I've been writing little tidbits here and there on wattpad for a while, but all this time I've been with y'all, I've been withholding my true baby.

You see, my true dream is to get published. Personally, I'd love to do that ASAP, but since I'm only a freshman and my family really hopes I work hard, get into the top 10% at my high school and get into a spectacular college, it's kind of iffy right now.

So I'm putting this on wattpad to get a big vote from the people, maybe even get somebody to publish this...? Which means that all of you, for real, must vote if you like it, comment on what I can improve, and make my dream since fourth grade come true. Sorry for the long author's note but I really need to explain why this is so important to me...I mean...it really is my baby. And I promise I won't be crap on updating, I'll seriously do it once or twice a week, maybe three times on special occaisions...because it's all already all typed up. Sorry for blubbering, emotional night.

Copyright 2012. Seriously, if one of you takes this I will hunt you down. Enjoy! :)

A glance. A chance.

            A hope.

            My eyes darted away from the glorious key that had fallen to the ground from the Man’s fractured belt. To my relief, he hadn't noticed, and was still looking at me with that cocky sneer on his face. I looked ahead, not allowing it to faze me. This was it. Do, or die.

            “It’ll be so easy to kill you,” he sneered, pacing back and forth, oblivious to the missing item glittering on the ground. “Even though I’ll let you fight, you’ll still die. You must learn the truth; that we shall conquer all. And you know what?” he added, spreading his arms wide and grinning at me. “I'll even let you make the first move. How does that sound, Firetongue?”

            I glared at him, saying nothing. His 6'4 frame composed of darkly tanned leather skin, shaved head with a fine shadow of bristling dark hairs, and eyes like a black hole – the makings of a monster. He was dressed in black, wearing a leather jacket as usual.

            He chuckled at my silence, stepping forward and unchaining me. I fell to the ground with a quiet thud, still determined not to make a sound. Heart beating quickly, I watched as he stepped back, eyes closed and waiting to hear my steps, for me to strike him. Cocky and stupid, that’s what he was. His fatal mistake was that he believed me to be the same.

            I rolled to the key, making no sound. He noticed nothing, still waiting for me to strike, the ghost of an evil smile upon his face. I silently crept to the door and unlocked it. I felt a burst of relief in my chest as it swung open silently, releasing me to the world of sound I had missed for so long during my sojourn in the silent room.

            Cicadas chirped their hellos, wind whistling merrily through an open window. One more step, and I’d be able to leave the building and never look back. I closed my eyes and stepped out into the cool night air.

            Suddenly, an alarm ripped through the peaceful quiet. That was enough to get me off and running, smashing the screaming electric cuff around my ankle against every outstretched corner I found. Soon it broke apart and fell off, but it had already alerted my enemy to my position.

            The man sprinted out the door I had foolishly left open and unlocked. He quickly covered the ground behind me, snarling out swear words. His anger was so overwhelming, I could nearly feel it pounding at my back. His master wouldn't be pleased if he found out I had escaped. He was gaining quickly, but before his arms could snatch me, I threw myself out the atrium doors. This time, I made sure to slam the metal doors shut before taking off, leaving the horrible building behind.

            As the landscape around me became clear, I realized I was surrounded by empty desert. Sure, the typical desert scenery and wildlife popped up here and there, but besides that, nothing. My heart thumped erratically, trying to keep up with my ragged breathing. Sweat soaked me through, and a cramp developed in my side. Nonetheless, I only ran harder.

            I risked a glance over my shoulder, and fought against a scream at the sight behind me. The Man was still hot on my trail, despite my previous assumption that I had lost him. The doors had done nothing but slowed him down for a couple of seconds. At my reaction, he smiled the wicked smile of a murderer. He was a monster, nothing more, nothing less.

            My mouth was drying quickly. Behind me, the desert was fading and the building was already out of sight.

            The Man still followed. The desert was turning to forest. We had run miles, yet the pursuit had not changed; he was still the hunter, and I was still the prey.

            I was so afraid.

            Still, I ran, because this was The Running.