Famished - Page 22

My brain told my feet to move but they locked in place.

Colin glanced over his shoulder and picked up speed, getting closer and closer. “Georgina!” he shouted again.

“Colin!” I cried, frightened. Colin leg’s pounded into the ground, taking long strides. At least with him here, I felt safe. He made me a promise. He promised to protect me. As long as I’d known him, he wasn’t the type that went back on his word.

When the group got closer, I stared intently at three men who were chasing Colin. More cannibals. Three extremely famished-looking cannibals.

Colin came into view more clearly and our eyes met and locked. Fear from his gaze radiated into mine. In fact, he was pale—all the color drained from his face. The muscles in his neck tensed from glancing over his shoulder. He was panting—his chest convulsing—despite him being in amazing shape. It looked like that any given moment he was going to collapse. Never, in all the years that I had known Colin Martin, did I think that I would ever see him look like that. So scared, horrified, like he was on the verge of tears. His eyes bugged out and then he screamed, three words, in a shrill hoarse voice. “Run, Georgina! Run!”

That was when my feet finally decided to start working and I took off like an apple being shot out of a potato gun. Pieces of my hair flew into my face as I pushed my legs harder and picked up speed. I swatted at my hair, brushing it off of my face. Then I pumped my arms, convincing myself that it would only help me pick up more speed.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. The sound of Colin’s and the cannibal’s footsteps were getting closer. “Shit!” I wailed, trying to move faster. They were gaining on me. It was then that I mentally cursed myself for staying in one place like a moron when I should have been running already.

I didn’t doubt that Colin could outrun me. But when he caught up to me and then started to pass me, that’s when I really lost it. “Colin! What are you doing? Come back! Come back!” He didn’t answer me. He didn’t even look back. He just kept moving forward.

A knot formed in the pit of stomach as panic set in. What was going on? Where was he going? Why didn’t he answer me? I was doing my best to try and catch up with him, but I was starting to get winded. The sound of the three cannibals’ footsteps were right up on me. “Colin!” I shouted out desperately. “Colin, help me!” I knew he heard my fearful cries. He was only six feet in front of me.

A pair of hands grabbed the back of my knapsack and yanked. “COLIN!” I shrieked. “HELP ME!” He still ignored me. The guy behind me yanked on my knapsack a second time, this time with a little more force, and he knocked me off balance. I went face first into the ground and ate a mouthful of charred debris. I spat it out and crawled forward, watching in horror as Colin ran farther and farther away. My heart was shattered and not only that, I felt like he had just stabbed me in the back.

The guy who knocked me off of my feet ripped my knapsack off of my back as I got to my feet. Two more cannibals stopped next us. “This one looks tasty,” said the slightly larger one.

“Ahhhh!” I yelled as I started moving my feet.

“Go get the boy,” said another with a stern voice. “This one is mine!”

I didn’t get very far and now Colin looked like a speck of dust dangling in the atmosphere.“COLIN!”

The guy behind me cackled as he wrapped both of his hands around my ankle, and pulled me back down to the ground. I tried to kick free but he started dragging me backwards.“Colin!You promised to protect me!” The guy pulled me underneath him.“YOU PROMISED!” My last cry was agonizing, painful, and bloodcurdling.

Every ounce of strength left my body when the guy flipped me over and slammed me into the ground. I coughed out, catching my breath and kept my eyes squinted shut. He pinned me down, digging both of his knees into my elbows and let out a low growl.

Damn you Colin. I could never forgive him for what he did. A slap on the face is forgivable and not to mention, he totally deserved it. Leaving someone to die was unforgivable.

Rough, calloused fingers brushed across my cheek. I winced, opening one eye at a time, mentally preparing myself for the hideous creature I was about to look at. Warm tears drizzled down my cheeks as I blinked and the guy above me came into focus. I opened my eyes wide as I took in his appearance.

He had a smooth almond-colored complexion that had a mixture of ash, dirt, and blood smeared all over his face and arms. His deep, dark chocolate hair was a bit on the long side and was sleek and shiny. He shook his head and the pieces of his hair moved away from his forehead. He had a very thin body-frame, but I could tell from glancing at the muscles in his arms he was more on the athletic side.

The guy couldn’t have been more than three years older than me. And his eyes, I had never seen eyes that color before. They were so different, so breathtakingly beautiful. A dark navy blue mixed with voodoo purple. Violet. He had violet-colored eyes.

Most people had blue, green, brown, hazel and a few times I’d seen people with gold eyes. But never violet. He gave me a cocky grin, his teeth perfectly aligned—and white. “Who are you?” I squawked, a tremble in my voice.

I focused on his upper canines that were sharpened to a point. He grinned wider and looked more sadistic as he ran his tongue along the edges of his teeth. “Who are you? I asked again. He still didn’t answer.

He contorted his abdomen, reaching off to the side. When he faced me he had a small rock in his hand lifted high above his head. “I’m starving,” he said in a rich, powerful voice. “And you must be dinner. Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

Tears flowed out of my eyes like a river. “Are you going to eat me?”

He licked his lips and gave me another sinful smile. “Yes. Yes I am.”

Then he let go of the rock and I closed my eyes tightly just as it came crashing down into my skull.

Chapter 10: Memories

Life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.~ Exodus 21:23

The right side of my face was resting against a cold, hard and flat surface. I shivered, as a frosty chill spread throughout my limbs. Moaning in agony, I tried to lift my head up off of what seemed to be a slab of rock. “Ow!” I only managed to lift my head a few inches before a sharp pain overtook me and I had to put it back down.

A warm, thick liquid ran down the middle of my forehead, branching off on each side of my nose. The sharp pain in my head began throbbing and intensified so much that I thought it would cut off the air to my lungs. I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. I knew that if I tried to lift my head again, the intense, throbbing pain would get worse. It was already excruciating, if it got any worse than excruciating I might have contemplated smashing my head into the rock and put myself out of my own misery.

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