The Chase

But as his hand drew closer to her face, Electron closed her eyes and immediately a halo of energy emanated from her, a beautiful blue light that brushed her skin and closes like the caressing of the gentlest lover. But when it touched the man’s flesh it turned hostile, striking like jealous eel it turned lighting on his skin and shot threw his body in a crackling circuit.

“NO!” one of the gypsies cried rushing forward and trying to pull Electron away from his leader but he simply became part of the electrocution. The others who had made to help him froze in their steps. The gypsy holding Electron’s pack dashed off across the snow as fast as his young legs and fear would carry him.

The glowing light around Electron subsided and the two men in its range fell motionless to the ground. One of the remaining two slung a rock at Electron, it bounced of her check and she retaliated shooting a blot of lightening at the offender that sent him sailing through the air setting him down fatally in a defeated heap in the snow. While Electron’s back was turned the remaining gypsy pulled at his dagger and drove it at her back.

I released the arrow pulled taught in my bow. It whizzed through the with the silence of a wolf on snow and found it’s mark in the center of the gypsy’s heart. The force threw him back and pinned him to the ground where he oozed warm blood on the ivory snow.

Electron looked curiously up to my position.

I came down the slop, towards Electron, my cover now blown.

“Hunter!” Electron called, her voice breaking with relief, all traces of our parting remained in her eyes.

“My pack.” She cried as I reached her. “You must get it.”

Normally, I would decline such a request; travelers lost their packs all the time. But something in her plea, in her eyes convinced me otherwise.

“Don’t worry.” I said throwing down my cloak, pack, bow and quiver. I didn’t need the extra weight. I tore off across the sleek ice. My bare feet pounding across the ice, my wolves mask bouncing with each step. Bending as low as a I could I propelled my weight forward my hands touched the floor and I pushed off the ground with my knuckles and began running on all fours. It had taken me long to learn to run like the beasts but I’d taken on many of their mannerisms and their speed and run was one I’d accomplished. Following the messy steps of the gypsy’s wrapped shoes I soon found him jogging slowly, still propelled by the fumes of his fear distancing himself from what he believed was a witch.

At the sound of my pounding steps he spun around, his eyes found my mask, saw my body and cried in sheer horror. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. I launched forward tackling the petrified thief to the ground. His head collided with the ice with a resoundingcrack! 

I gasped as the ice under us dispersed and we began to sink into the bitingly cold water below. I yanked the pack from his flimsy grip and threw it over my shoulder. The chill bit into my legs and I felt them go numb, I thrashed around in the deathly water. With my frozen fingers feeling like fat clubs I grabbed on the edge of the ice and pulled myself as out of the water as quickly as I could, which wasn’t very quick. My hands kept sleeping, my legs felt to heavy from my arms to carry and my body shook so uncontrollably I could do nothing with it. But at last using more will power than strength I pulled myself from the well in the ground. And lay shivering on the unbroken ice. I heard the soft breathing near me that signaled the gypsy had survived.

I didn’t care at the moment. I gathered my shaking and wet limbs into a quivering ball and tried to breathe some warmth into my frozen limbs but my breath lacked sufficient heat. However, a yelling behind me caught my immediate attention. I rolled over in time dodge a blow to the heart. The dagger caught me in the bicep. My arm so numb I didn’t feel the pain but watched detached as my blood froze on the ice. The gypsy pulled out his sling shot and began winding it in the air. How had he recovered so fast? I pulled the dagger from my arm and slumped on to my knees, climbing slowly to my feet.

He released the rock and it slammed into my mask knocking the wolves head clean off my face. I growled at him. And he rushed back with fear but stopped in his tracks as he realized I was just a man, not some cursed on configuration. I needed to scare him again.

I threw down the dagger and reverted inside myself to the place where the beast lived. To a wild forest, where there were no words, no feelings and no logic. The place I’d live before the place. Violence was the law and roaring your defense. I summoned those beasts I’d claimed, those roars I’d captured, and the death those eyes contained. I roared a mixture of roars, a warning that range threw the snow. It was the cry of a corned animal, reckless enough to do whatever it takes to escape. The gypsy took an involuntary step back; doubt crept into the dark folds of his face. He turned and dashed off, rather than find out what that roar truly meant. Once he’d dashed too far to come back I slumped to my knees. I pulled my mask up from the floor and put it over my head once more. Still shivering I forced myself to walk and keep walking the cold only worsening with each step. I forced my cold legs into a light jog and the numbness gave way to pain. It wasn’t long before my mind defrosted and I was able to concentrate. I stopped my running and pulled off Electrons pack, surprisingly it was only partly wet. I opened the flap and reached into the bag, my hand found the warm silver locket. I pulled it out. On the cover delicate designs were carved, they seemed eerie and foreboding. I popped the locket open, a crackling ensued and I almost dropped the locket in surprise. In the center of the bottom compartment of the locket was an hourglass, the top half contained ice which melted into the bottom half which contained water, there was more water than ice. Dancing around the hourglass was a torment of lighting that melted the ice. But most disturbing of all was the top compartment. It was slick and reflective, but the reflection was kind of foggy. As I looked in to the reflection I didn’t see my own reflection as I was now. No instead I saw an image of me that nearly stilled my heart then and there, in the locket my head was laying on a bed of snow my eyes looking far off beyond the curtains of this world, unblinking in the night. I stared at this image for I don’t know how long. I lowered the locket and gasped as it revealed another part of the scene, my neck had a gruesome chunk torn from it, and in the blood soak snow I saw the print of a wolves foot. I moved the locket a little more to survey the surroundings of the scene. I appeared to be in a secret clearing hidden by a circle of tall bushes and thick trees. Sitting a little away from me, cleaning it’s paws, muzzle still bloody was a white wolf, her fur seemed to change every way I looked at it and as the moon light slipped through the leaves and kissed the wolves fur it left the fur pure gold. I gasped, shutting the locket quickly; I had an idea of what this scene meant. It was my death. The most disturbing thing about this premonition was I hardly looked much older than I am now. I tossed the locket in to the pack wishing to forget what I say but my desire to leave Russia only increased. I began to run to distract my mind from what I saw.

The End

38 comments about this story Feed