storm3510
creator
One moment… two… three moments…
Each felt like a heartbeat to Akira as the world was going more and more silent. Each and every thought contained a different possibility of the “thing” that would emerge from the river not even a leap’s distance from her. Continuing to proceed with caution, Akira crept from partially behind the tree, inching toward the rocks on which she originally sat when the fell wind from earlier began to blow. She began sighing in relief that no atoning response was wrought by this sudden onslaught of her own stupidity, coupled with an insatiable curiosity which drove her to proceed. Standing on the rock, she looked further. The waters had long since calmed. For this to be a calm river, that area had to be deep in particular for nothing to have moved as of yet. If whatever landed was drowning, surely she’d have seen the surface water stirring from its futile efforts for survival. The fact that no movement could be seen even from where she stood, gave her the understanding that whatever was thrown was likely killed before it landed upon the river waters. She then looked to the shrubbery it rolled over in almost a skid, from where the thing must have been thrown.
“It’s like it left a trail. Whatever threw that thing must’ve been incredibly strong.” She thought, looking at the waters a final time before hopping over the rocks along the riverbank and eventually reaching the shrubbery nearby. “This isn’t smart. If that thing doesn’t know it killed its victim, it may follow the skid trail the prey left in an effort to find and probably devour it.” She stood to the side of the marks, enshrouding herself in the shadows of the greenery as best she could, follow the noises being made in the distance. Shortly, a great flash of light lasting for a matter of seconds nearly blinded her. Quickly, she ducked behind the nearest large tree she could find. “W-what the hell…?” She whispered as quietly as she could. “Who’s using a flare in broad daylight?” Hesitantly, she peered up, unable to hear the words being had between any of the fighters standing only a matter of feet away from her area. Smoke filled the opening but from a short distance she could definitely see figures stirring. The girl’s mind began to race. “Whatever was thrown from here… it had to have been by a powerful animal or an explosion! Right! The noises I kept hearing! Are these people what caused it!? It’d definitely explain all the smoke in the area, but whoever’s moving within this smoke… it’s not an animal.” Instantly, her eyes caught an immobilized figure near a tree nearby. It was a male and he appeared to be hurt to the extent that he couldn’t move, but there was so much risen debris in the area that she couldn’t completely tell. It was then that her eyes caught the defining features, the most different of which was the attire. But the face was definitely recognizable…
“Dominic…”
Each felt like a heartbeat to Akira as the world was going more and more silent. Each and every thought contained a different possibility of the “thing” that would emerge from the river not even a leap’s distance from her. Continuing to proceed with caution, Akira crept from partially behind the tree, inching toward the rocks on which she originally sat when the fell wind from earlier began to blow. She began sighing in relief that no atoning response was wrought by this sudden onslaught of her own stupidity, coupled with an insatiable curiosity which drove her to proceed. Standing on the rock, she looked further. The waters had long since calmed. For this to be a calm river, that area had to be deep in particular for nothing to have moved as of yet. If whatever landed was drowning, surely she’d have seen the surface water stirring from its futile efforts for survival. The fact that no movement could be seen even from where she stood, gave her the understanding that whatever was thrown was likely killed before it landed upon the river waters. She then looked to the shrubbery it rolled over in almost a skid, from where the thing must have been thrown.
“It’s like it left a trail. Whatever threw that thing must’ve been incredibly strong.” She thought, looking at the waters a final time before hopping over the rocks along the riverbank and eventually reaching the shrubbery nearby. “This isn’t smart. If that thing doesn’t know it killed its victim, it may follow the skid trail the prey left in an effort to find and probably devour it.” She stood to the side of the marks, enshrouding herself in the shadows of the greenery as best she could, follow the noises being made in the distance. Shortly, a great flash of light lasting for a matter of seconds nearly blinded her. Quickly, she ducked behind the nearest large tree she could find. “W-what the hell…?” She whispered as quietly as she could. “Who’s using a flare in broad daylight?” Hesitantly, she peered up, unable to hear the words being had between any of the fighters standing only a matter of feet away from her area. Smoke filled the opening but from a short distance she could definitely see figures stirring. The girl’s mind began to race. “Whatever was thrown from here… it had to have been by a powerful animal or an explosion! Right! The noises I kept hearing! Are these people what caused it!? It’d definitely explain all the smoke in the area, but whoever’s moving within this smoke… it’s not an animal.” Instantly, her eyes caught an immobilized figure near a tree nearby. It was a male and he appeared to be hurt to the extent that he couldn’t move, but there was so much risen debris in the area that she couldn’t completely tell. It was then that her eyes caught the defining features, the most different of which was the attire. But the face was definitely recognizable…
“Dominic…”