Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Life Cycle of a Caterpillar

Void.

Nothingness.

Suddenly, two glimmers of light, diametrically opposed.

One fleeting, with hope and warmth that she had never experienced in all her days.

The other stronger, almost familiar. A cool wind and petrichor.

The second of the two was the one that enveloped her, that drew her back to that winter night and the scene of the attack.

The first thing that registered was a throbbing pain in her skull, followed quickly by the dull ache permeating throughout her waist and pelvis.

She heard a low, frantic murmur pleading with her to say something, anything.

A pained groan was the only thing that escaped her lips.

As the fog left her eyes she finally saw the unusually tall man leaning over her.

A tiny flash of panic struck her and she tried to move away, but the intense pain that wracked her body and a strong hand on her shoulder quickly squelched that attempt.

Her hand landed in the pool of blood surrounding them both and her fingertips brushed a few silken petals. She tried to glance over, to figure out what she touched, but even that small movement caused sparks of pain behind her eyes.

She calmed slightly and focused on his face. It was hovering a few inches above her own. Startlingly blue eyes looked over her face as his hands returned to the wound at her side.

She closed her eyes tightly and worried that she may be loosing her mind. She could have sworn she saw strange markings fading from from his face and when she looked again, they were gone.

She frantically tried to collect the scattered fragments of thought that flitted through her mind.

"Wh-who?" she mumbled through the blood seeping at the corners of her mouth.

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