Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

22- Crimson on the Snow

Hello! Here is the chapter! :) I really enjoyed writing it- it was one of those that I've been waiting to write for several, several weeks! :D

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Wilderness of Danger and Beauty (Brother Bear)

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Chapter Twenty Two

~Nobody's POV~

It is a monstrous creature, at least ten feet tall, and all thick brown fur, beady black eyes, and huge, gaping fangs. Saliva drips from its maw as it roars, its claws seeming to scrape the air in front of it.

Thea leaps back, screaming, but the weight of the backpack sends her sprawling into the snow. Before she can move, the bear is upon her, leaning over her and roaring. She can feel the heat emanating from its giant body, and the savagery in its eyes. She rolls out from under the beast and tears the backpack off of her and stumbles backwards. She feels a prick of pain on her arm and looks down; a fallen tree branch as pierced it.

Smelling the blood, the bear roars, then charges. Moving at lightning speed, Thea grabs the tree branch, yanks it from her skin, and jumps up, thrusting the sharp branch in front of her. It meets its target; the bear growls as the branch pierces its side, and Thea jumps to the side as the bear twists in pain.

But then, it rears up on its hind legs and roars, a guttural roar of hunger and anger.

Thea screams.

*

Loki is still in his chambers, having just disintegrated Tatiana's body into nothingness, when he feels a burning on his wrist. Looking down, he sees the golden bracelet glowing fiercely, paining his skin and sending an even more painful, more terrifying feeling into his heart.

"Thea," he whispers, falling to his knees in utter panic and utter hopelessness.

*

Thea is fighting for her life. The snow is not supple, and she has a hard time standing in it, and also facing down the bear. She backs up slowly, watching the bear as it regards her through wild eyes. It bares its teeth at her and lunges. She avoids the claws, acting reflexively, feeling her muscles tightening and her eyes narrowing as she takes another tree branch and uses it as a launch, then grabbing the tree trunk, whirling around it, and kicking the bear in the face.

The bear growls and swats at her, but Thea's small build is for once an advantage. She ducks, rolling under the bear's furry paws, but getting snow all in her face and eyes. She wipes it away and, panting, turns around to face the bear as it charges again.

Thea looks around wildly. She doesn't have a weapon, and a tree branch will do nothing against a hungry, crazed bear. She screams and leaps up, trying to jump up over the bear's shoulder, but she misses and ends up sliding down, hard onto the snow. The bear whirls around and catches its claws on Thea's chest, sending her slamming into the base of a tree trunk and pinning her leg underneath a log. She cries out, panting through her teeth in pain as her blood stains the snow around her.

The bear grunts, turning around and begins to stalk towards her, its breath a cloud in the cold air, its huge shoulders an effortless rhythm of thick fur.

Thea can't move. She tries to yank herself from the log, but it is pinned under the weight of a bush. She whimpers, digging her nails into the snow and bracing herself against the tree trunk, her eyes wide and terrified, knowing that this could easily be the end.