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No Where To Run (standard:drama, 358 words)
Author: RimmerAdded: Sep 30 2008Views/Reads: 2988/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
What it's like to be in a fight.
 



Nowhere To Run 

It pounds you in the chest, stealing your breath.  Vision fades as the
unconscious mind awakens.  Primal instincts forces air back into your 
lungs.  Your muscles tense, the pulse quickens.  While your stomach 
feels like it's freefalling into oblivion.  There's nowhere to run.  
The only option left is to fight.  You try to stay calm, but the 
adrenalin and uncertainty is overwhelming.  You're not a warrior this 
is all so new.  The senses sharpen, becoming sensitive to all things.  
Your mind begins to race.  To much information is coming to you at 
once.  Your soul begins to withdraw.  Rational thoughts, reason, and 
enlightened emotions have no place to go.  The animal within is 
awakening.  It knows what must be done.  The creature that was you, now 
finds its center of gravity, turning its side to the threat, in an 
attempt to reduce the risk.  It raises your arms to protect the head, 
throat, and chest.  Balancing on the balls of your feet, with knees 
slightly bent.  The beast which was you is now ready.  Barely a moment 
has gone by between the first hit and now.  Everything had occurred 
with very little conscious thought. 

Looking forward the beast is instinctively judging distance and
strength.  You see not a person, only pain.  You've got your second 
breath now.  It's time to fight.  The mind screams reminding you this 
is battle, not sport.  You both swing.  They with a left punch, yours 
is a right.  Both connecting, and both swinging and striking each other 
again and again.  Bones crack and break.  Skin and muscle bruise and 
swells.  Blood flows from cuts not there just a moment ago.  Your ears 
fill with screams of pain and rage.  With a frenzied lucky blow, you 
hit and crush their windpipe.  They drop to the ground, knowing the 
Reaper is coming. 

Time moves slower now.  While you watch helplessly as the poor soul
claws at their throat.  Searching for one last breath.  A moment passes 
by and they loss consciousness.  Becoming very still.  Life's color 
runs from their face.  The battle is over you have won, or so we've 
been told. 


   


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