My sight was vivid. I couldn't make out who the figure was. I was in a horrid state, worse than ever. My hands tied behind my back and my Swiss knife was only inches me. Damn my short arms and hands! I tasted my blood, it tasted...awful.
"Does it hurt?" the figure standing in front of me asked. The voice sounded manly enough. "Well, what do you think?" I snapped.
The figure leveled down so that our eyes are meeting. His eyes were emerald green, mine's cobalt blue. He gently whispered, "I came here to get you and that's how you're thanking me? Gosh, why are we even cousins?"
I smirked, "I should've known that it was you. You asked me the dumbest question ever."
"Well, you did say once that you were brave and strong. Not so tough now, are you?"
"Guess not. Now get me the hell outta here."
He pouted, "I didn't hear the magic word."
I rolled my eyes. Ouch that hurts. I frowned, "Please."
He grinned as if he won a lottery prize, "Okay cousin. Let me get you out of there and then we'll make a run for it."
"Quit yapping and start doing." and so he did.
Eophyrhim · Sun Aug 19, 2012 @ 05:53am · 0 Comments |