I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been running, and I’m pretty sure the forest did not used to be this dark.
I must look absurd right now. I’m running in the forest with a knife in hand and a huge ass wolf behind me.
Lord help my soul.
The sound of padded paws and breaking branches keep me running because I know that at any moment, it could pounce on me or catch up to me and I’ll sure as hell die.
“Run, Solaris,” a voice says to my ear. I don’t know where it’s coming from, and no one’s beside me.
“No shit, Sherlock!” I shout as I keep running. I don’t have time to question my sanity at the moment.
“Turn right,” the voice says. Since I have nothing better to do, plus the fact that I can’t think straight at the moment, I follow.
“Where am I going?” I shout as I stumble turning right, dropping the knife as I do. I don’t dare stop to pick it up.
There’s no reply.
A low branch hits my cheek and I feel something drip down my face and into my hand. I don’t have to look at it, from the smell I know I’m bleeding.
I encounter more low branches and I curse the voice that told me to go right. By the time I get to a clearing, my clothes are ripped in several places and I have several cuts all over my body. I can feel rather than see them, but despite the cuts, I keep running because Lord only knows what’ll happen to me if that wolf catches me.
I turn my head just in time to see the wolf crouch down and leap. Something akin to a car hits my back and I fall to the ground. It pushes me down to the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs.
I hear a crack, and a sharp pain follows. I’m pretty sure that’s my rib – or ribs.
“You shouldn’t have run,” it says, and now I know that it is actually a he.
Great, and there goes my sanity.
I feel his sharp nails pierce my skin and I cry out in pain. Oh, God, I think one went through.
Blood is seeping through my shirt and jacket, unto the ground. I can feel it pooling with my cheek.
A scream escapes my lips as he shifts his huge paw.
My vision starts to dim, and I struggle to stay awake because if I don’t, well, that would be the end, won’t it?
I don’t know what happened, but the pressure lifts out suddenly, and I’m free. I stand and barely hear a struggle behind me, but I don’t dare look back as I start to walk. I can barely feel anything.
I manage a couple of steps, until I’m a little over the edge of the forest. Unsure of what to do, I sit down at the base of a tree and just wait for the end to come, because with the amount of blood I’m loosing, I’m sure it’s not far.
Closing my eyes, I start to think of life. Four years of memories and this is how I die. I guess it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. Better than dying in a car accident or some other painful death.
No, wait.
This is a painful death.
“Solaris!”
My eyes are so heavy, I can’t open them. I can’t tell where the person calling me is.
“Solaris!”
I try to say something, but it comes out weird. Someone touches my cheek.
Jerking away was a bad idea, because my head can’t take any more of moving.
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Escape (Solaris Cane: Book One)
FantasyWe exist. That's what was written in the letter. And after that, her life changed. Four years after an accident leaves her without memories, Solaris Cane is doing pretty well. She lives with her family, has a great life. But something bothers her, a...