Orette ran through the meadows and the shrubs. Her arms and legs dragged along the road as her waist started to rise straight up. Slowly, she began to feel that maybe her speed was increasing.
To say the least, she couldn't stop. Her head had no idea where she was heading. She wanted to stop and observe if she had made it far enough, but her circumstances didn't allow her to lead her body.
She continued to run, opposing her limit. Soon, she reached the narrow trees and ran even faster. Dogging the wood head-on, she zig-zagged her way through almost half the area until she saw another open hollow meadow.
But the meadow was too small until she reached another set of narrow trees, and ran, feeling lucky. But the feeling came to a halt until she heard something from behind the shrubs. Instincts told her to investigate, but her legs were in no mood to stop. Her muscles burned with pain and were covered with sweat.
She was sure her long hair had leaves and small branches entangled in it. Her neck and forehead started pouring out sweat that dripped, soaking her collar.
At a moment, Orette started to slow her pace, her legs, given up by the abusive force, were slowing down, but for a second she sped up, and someone shouted, "NOW!".
Two soldiers emerged from behind the trees to ambush Orette, but they were too late when Orette backed away for a second, and the two soldiers collapsed into one another. Orette changed her route only to be seen by more soldiers trying to immerse themselves.
Orette decided to run a zig-zag since she spotted five soldiers hiding behind shrubs. She took another route, instantly hoping for a clean escape, but was impeded by certain barriers of rocks and logs.
They tried to ambush her by simply hiding and waiting for the opportunity to catch her within her perimeter. Obvious. One could easily see through their plan. Orette, like an athlete, jumped over their attempts as she was in a huddle race.
She switched again, and again till she could no longer take it. Soldiers tried to force themselves to run after her, but eventually lost their breath. Orette, feeling pity, runs towards the higher ground, knowing there is someone giving orders to the team.
She narrowed to a small cliff and brushed past the irritating leaves and wind, only to be greeted with more sweat.
She reaches the top and finds someone looking straight at her. From a distance, Orette thought that maybe this one's mad. He opened his arms wide and bent his knees as he was about to catch her. But Orette, in the last second, jumps, flips over him, and lands perfectly.
She then faced towards the shocked soldier and kicked him in his lower thighs. The soldier grunted in pain, which made Orette satisfied.
Leaving the soldier, she continued to run towards the cliff until she flipped again and fell back to the ground, and her eyes made their way to the injured soldier, who was horrified by what he was seeing.
Orette, who still pitied him, only gave him a soft smile, just to reassure him that this was not an act of suicide.
The soldier, still traumatized, clenches his fist and recovers quickly as he moves towards the edge of the cliff. His jaw clenched back when something abnormal came in, his vision.
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Running through rusty corridors, stumbling upon small pieces of bricks, and almost catching a glimpse of a rat was not the last thing on Kace's list when he encountered all of the above-mentioned.
His tracks were slow as he kept his moments still and steady, which by any means, if the building collapses over him and rips open his flesh for the pain to stir back in again.
His eyes still flash with lilac hues as he stares at the security cameras, which were the only top-notch equipment he saw as he made his way through them. For a genius of computing/IT, Kace could easily bypass the security field like taking a stroll in a park.
'What's keeping me at bay?'
His thoughts consumed him, repeating the words over and over again. His hands clutched the laptop, almost about to break the screen. His breathing became unstable as the cameras stared at him without any movement.
'Damn it man, just get away from it. '
His thoughts consume him again, making him tremble against his own will.
'Just get away from it.'
Kace closed his eyes and backed away, and jerked behind a wall. He opened his laptop in a quick flash, only to find the battery dead. His hands shivered as he tightened his fist and threw the laptop over the security camera.
The camera crashed as it collapsed with the laptop, only leaving wireless wires and short static electricity.
"Shit", he murmured and shivered, clenching his hair, almost tearing it apart. His head drops between his legs as he whispers the incantation of his mind.
"Get away from it, get away from it, get away from it..." and so on, repeating over and over. If someone were to describe him in one word, they would likely settle for a two-word debate: 'Trauma' and 'sickness'.
His arms were exhausted from the constant pulling. His eyes were darkened, with lilac pupils, and red surrounded his eyelids. His breath came to a halt when someone suddenly tapped his shoes thrice.
For a moment, Kace's expression turned horrified, his bloodshot eyes opened wide, and very slowly, he raised his head up to find a small, thin girl who was covered in sweat from head to toe, and her hair was tangled up with leaves and small branches.
Her breathing quickened as her shoulders rose and fell, but slowly became normal. She lets out a sigh and folds her arms, glaring straight at Kace from her brown eyes.
"You have got some serious explaining to do", commanded Orette as she tapped her black heeled boots against the concrete floor.
Kace, trying to lift his head, said, "I just...was trying to...trying to...wait_".
"Save it", Orette said as she brought her palm for Kace to stop talking. She gave a quick glance at the crushed security camera and the laptop, then glanced back at him.
"Why are you like this, Kace?" she asked, toning her voice down.
Kace again lifted his head up, slumping his shoulders down, and muttered, "What?".
"I asked", Orette started to get close to his face, reaching a perfect angle to match his eyes, "Why. Are. You. Like. This. Kace?".
At a sudden, his wide lilac eyes turned to it's original colors, brown. With a deep breath. "I don't want to do this." He says, staring straight at Orette.