13. Entering the Green

A gleam?

P:”What’s that?”

R:”I can’t tell.”

A blade comes off the leaves.

A short sword scratches my cheek.

I catch the arm holding it.

Too fast!     

P:”After that.”

R:”Wait.”

P:”…”

R:”Go.”

     I pass before him.

     I run after the assailant.

     He walks after me.

     Aiming at me.

P:”?!”

     The same blade comes off another body of leaves.

     This one comes out.

     Misses me again by an inch.

     I kick that leg.

     Too fast.

     Dodges.

     Flips.

     I charge, I punch.

     A bullet in the leg.

     A Scream.

Soft scream.

She tries to flee.

     I hold her.

     She hits back.

     Scraps the skin off my forearm.

     She looks at me.

     Shocked.

     She scratches the opened red skin.

P:”No.

It doesn’t matter.”

I hold her harder.

Her eyes change.

There’s no more aggressiveness.

He aims at her.

She looks at him.

  I turn her away from him.

R:”…”

P:”…”

     She plants her the tip of her blade in my leg.

     An opening.

     He shoots.

She falls.

     I hold her.

     Lifeless.

R:”…”

P:”Why?”


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