(Warning, maybe violent description, no talk of blood though)
While I'm gaping, dumbstruck a guy, all in black runs into the clearing. And yes, I mean clearing, we are in a forest. A FREAKING FOREST IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD HOCKEY FIELD. Wait-is that even possible? No, my mind says it's not. SO WHAT'S GOING ON?! MY BRAIN IS SHORT CIRCUITING WHILE SPEEDING IN CIRCLES AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
The guy grabs the girl at the waist she shrieks while kicking him.
"Let go of me you dastardly fiend!"
"Oooh feisty, wentch if you didn't sell for such a high price I'd have you myself!"
"Bastard!"
It's like a scene from a movie, the girl shrieking, kicking, and struggling until the man presses a cloth to her face and she slowly goes down, limp and lifeless. The guy lets out a sigh.
"Damn, haven't had this much trouble since-"
"Hey".
I blink and look around in confusion until I see the guy looking at me in shock. Did I say that? Oops. Well, it's too late now, he noticed me. I'm screwed. And probably doomed to a fate of being silenced as a witness. So, with no other choice left and survival instincts I didn't know I had, I run with my pads thudding, stick held high.
"Just imagine his head is a field hockey ball, his head is just a ball", I mutter to myself this strange supposition as I launch myself at him, stick swinging like a baseball bat. Considering I'm much heavier, much larger, and most importantly much slower it wouldn't have taken much to dodge.
But I suppose my strange garb and unexpected appearance aided me the guy stared, dumbstruck, mouth agape similar to how I had been moments ago, as I came for him. Regrettably he hadn't completely turned stupid and at the last minute he managed to just barely dodge my stick.
Instead of clobbering his head, the hook of my stick snags his hood, causing him to jerk back into my reach. Using the second hardest thing on me I hit my head against his, the helmet leaving a deep bruise on his forehead and me mildly dizzy. I go again but this time he's ready, his arm grabbing my helmet and keeping it at bay.
Now that both my stick hand and helmet are preoccupied I go for the next best thing. I use my thick padded kickers and kick him in the place no guy should ever be kicked.
It's a straight cut, brutal, as is obvious from his howl. In this moment I retrieve my stick and give him one good THWACK to the head...or maybe five, at least until he's out for good.
Then, I squat down and look at the girl. Her chest is heaving lightly so whatever the guy did she's just unconscious. Then, I go down on a knee, take my padded hand and stick hand, and slide them under her. Damn! She's lighter than my younger brother and he's ten.
Scooping her up like a tray I wobbly hobble out of the clearing.
I walk.
Numb.
Confused.
Exhausted.
Numb.
My mind in turmoil.
All I know is that I have to keep going.
Forward.
Away.
Somewhere.
Nowhere.
The lingering adrenaline allows for no coherent thought. Only mindless, numb running fueled by fear.
I have no awareness of how long or how far I've come. All I know is that my feet keep moving till I no longer feel them. Until I no longer feel anything. And my body and the girl in my arms come crashing down in a heap and then my mind slips away and I no longer feel...a...single....