Chapter 3 - Color Line

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"Hey!" Shouted two men, chasing after her.

"Leave me alone!" She screamed, pumping all adrenaline into her legs to push her faster. Her panic rising, and her soul slowly stopping.

She felt piping hot tears sliding down her cheeks. Only to chill and evaporate into the icy night sky. Stars as far as the eye can see, floating still, watching, but not helping as her heels clacked in desperation across roads undriven.

"Get back here! If we catch you again...." They threatened, and she could hear footsteps gaining.

With a voice she thought was long past gone, she let out a hoarse shriek. "Help! Help me!" She bellowed, throat raw and scratchy from yelling so much before.

"Get her!....No! Alive you idiot!" She turned and when she saw the man putting up his gun, she cried even more. Then she saw it, in the darkness of it all.

A man packing up his truck.

"Help! Help me please! These men are crazy!" She yelled, and with all her strength packed into the voice she knew as her own. It was sent past any scream she'd belted before, right into the stranger's ear.

He looked at her, and a spark of hope fluttered throughout her chest, before he ran.

Downcast was an understatement.

Here she was, running for her life, in a place unbeknownst to her, by a pair of psychopaths, and the one person to see her 𝑟𝑎𝑛.

𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥

She thought to herself.

𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑.

By this time she was halfway up the street, and they were close, so close. That's when she heard the sound of a door bursting open, and out came the man. Gun in hand, he shot one of her pursuers.

"Johnny!" The other wailed, and footsteps she could hear no more. She glanced back, and within a split second started running up the man's house hastily.

So many emotions, and happiness triumphed them all.

𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒.

Her thought process stopped when the silhouette of a shadowy figure broke into a visual representation of what stood before her.

He had ginger hair, striking blue eyes, and a grain of wheat hanging from his mouth. His skin was very pale, but harshly sunburnt.

She had no time to decipher where he'd been, and by the looks of it he was used to that irregular tan. She beamed happily, glad she could see what her savior looked like.

Until a startled look of realization flashed across the man's face. "Thank yo-!" She flew back, ears ringing, as she failed to process what just happened.

Her body burned like the starry sky, and yet her soul felt as cold as the ground beneath her.

She crashed into the Earth, body limp in place, as she saw a white figure elude her hooded eyes.

Before her spirit lifted itself, and three bodies were found.

Inspired by:

—𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓋ℴ𝓃 ℬ. ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃
⁽ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ₅, ₁₉₉₅ — ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ₂₆, ₂₀₁₂⁾.