Blood

First Strike (23)

Well I am on holiday now so I have plenty of time to write!

Any thoughts?

Thanks!

Enjoy!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I tried to stand but as soon as I put pressure on my right foot, I collapsed to the floor in pain.

I very carefully removed the shoe, peeling off the tights that had ripped so much that they just hung off my legs. I felt my stomach turn when I saw how swollen and odd my ankle looked; my foot seemed to be pointing the wrong direction and I had a bad feeling that it was broken.

Gently, I placed my fingers on the reddish skin. It felt hot and puffy and when I pushed my fingers down slightly, I let out a strangled cry of pain.

“Why do the painful things always happen to me?” I choked, almost hysterical.

When I had succeeded in calming myself down, I pulled off the tights completely, seeing no point in keeping them and shoved them into the branches of a close shrub. I removed my coat too which had a large rip through the back of it and it turned out only my white shirt and most of my skirt had survived. I tore my already torn skirt to allow it to be knee length and hid that too.

Sorted to some degree, with a lot of difficulty, I hoisted myself up and managed to balance myself on the left foot. I stared down at my bare legs which were already gathering bruises to see many gashes and bloody scratches in my skin. It stung slightly but the pain was perfectly ignorable when I was too busy with the main hurt of my right foot.

Rather clumsily, I pulled out the shiny revolver and loaded it, trying to muffle the audible click.

Looking around me, I spotted the closest tree and hopped over to it as quietly as possibly.  Almost falling over, I clutched a low hanging branch and leaned against the shrub, panting.

Monique? I heaved mentally.

You alright? She responded quickly.

Not too good, I’m not sure what to do.

Monique did not reply, also lost for what to do, and I began to take in my surroundings.

Just like the rest of the woods, all kinds of non-coniferous trees, plenty of shrubs and more trees as far as the eye could see.

We could find the source of the gun shot, Monique suggested hesitantly.

I frowned at the idea, already imagining the problems and consequences that could be entailed with that.

We don’t have to take action! Monique thought quickly in her defence, Just observe and know what we are up against – it would help the team.

“Yes but if they find us, I am sure that will not help the team!” I snapped, disliking the idea strongly.

But the benefits… Monique insisted.

“And the dangers!” I replied in turn.

She lost her patience, shoving hard against my consciousness. Taken by surprise, I almost allowed her to swing into control but instead, I stumbled forwards and just managed to clutch at another tree before falling.

What else are we going to do? We don’t know where we are but we do know where the gun shot came from, direction-wise anyway! Monique thought angrily.