Get me cut free. Skin's all scraped, bleedin a bit where Catherine nicked me. Can just see her in the dark: face swollen up, an her eyes're wild. Things in the air round us - one hits my face, stings. Hornets?
"After her," I says all hoarse, an we're goin on. Ain't easy without light, but I know these woods like the back of my own hand. Listenin', smellin'. Snapped twigs and such showin the way she went. 'F she can do that, what all else can she do? Cold all up my swine though I'm sweatin like a pig. Not frightened: angry. In my town. My town.
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Date: 2012-10-10 04:54 am (UTC)"After her," I says all hoarse, an we're goin on. Ain't easy without light, but I know these woods like the back of my own hand. Listenin', smellin'. Snapped twigs and such showin the way she went. 'F she can do that, what all else can she do? Cold all up my swine though I'm sweatin like a pig. Not frightened: angry. In my town. My town.