Today is the continuation shorter than usual - but it will not last too long with the next episode. There will be no decision on the progress of readers, as I have in my head and written down in part. I had this part can design more naturally through the text below, I could not resist the estimated audience for a few days to suspend a so-called cliffhanger. A bit of torture must be so now and then. Yah! The
but before: The previous parts: [Part 1 ] / / / [ Part 2] / / / [Part 3 ] / / / [ Part 4 ] / / / [ Part 5 ] / / / [ Part 6 ] / / / [ Part 7 ] / / / [ Part 8 ] / / / [ Part 9 ] / / / [Part 10 ] / / / [Part 11 ] / / / ------ [ Part 12 ]
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Finally, it seemed to last an eternity waned, the forces of the man. He stumbled and fell on her knees, dropped the knife and grabbed it with both hands Jessikas arm to loosen the stranglehold. His fingernails dug into her flesh. They did not let up, even when he is not longer able to stay on his knees and fell over, held her mercilessly.
John stood just two feet, the bloody dagger in his right hand in her left a towel. He could not say whether Jessikas arm was smeared with their own blood or that of the robber, but if necessary he wanted to tie off the wound.
»Sun The thee well enough, "Jessica said at last, and let go. She stood, swaying on something, and looked at John. "Let's drop the dagger."
He did. He needed no weapon. He wanted to take Jesse's arms, for the first time, to comfort her if she needed comfort, they soothe, if she was upset. As a father with his daughter, who just Harm has been through. He took a deep breath and asked, "Are you hurt," Jessica nodded
?. "He caught me with the blade. But that's OK. We heal quickly, unlike her normal people. "
John went two steps towards her. The engraving had been drilled deep into the upper arm, continuously flowed the blood. John carefully pressed the towel to the wound. He tried to remember the forgotten lessons in first aid, as it had gone well with a pressure bandage. A node had to be done and with a stick then somehow stretch the fabric. It never occurred to him, should go like this. He was also not one that he in the car a properly had equipped first aid kit. The towel was colored red quickly, the bleeding continued unabated.
"Does it hurt much?"
"Yes." Her voice was unusually weak.
"You have to" to a doctor. "
No."
"Jessica, please. Do not be unreasonable. . This is a stab and you're bleeding incessantly '
She reached with her right hand for the towel, pressed it to the injury, groaned, pressed even stronger, bit his lips and then asked: "Take me in your arms. "If there had been
audience, the term would have been the first couple, giving them the sight of the two come to mind would be. Two naked people, close embrace, the woman recovered in the arms of the man. Only the blood with which they were now both smeared disturbed, the romantic image.
Apart from a handshake in Parma, this was her first physical contact between the two. John felt her trembling, she held, stroked her back. She breathed deeply, seemed to be weaker tottered on shaky legs. The blood-soaked towel fell to the ground, her arms hung down powerless. He held her when she threatened to slip away from him. John wondered if he shall lie down across the ceiling, and should get help. The phone was in the glove compartment. When he concluded had come, that he had no choice, there came a sound from her throat can, which sounded hardly human, like a sound born from the desperation of a tormented creature that their abusers do not escape. Suddenly it was
, even though the sun was still a long, dark. A deep shadow fell across the clearing, enveloped the two. When the fire of the sun was suddenly extinguished. Darkness and cold, from one moment the next. An ancient darkness that did not belong here. And in the darkness was someone. Something.
Jessica hung like dead in his arms, John held her, otherwise she would have landed on Earth. Breathed it for? He hugged her, tried to to protect them from the darkness. Or rather for what was hidden in the dark. Her skin was warm, she was still warm. It was useless to call for help, it was useless to try to run away. This eclipse was not of this world, probably not in this world. They were caught in the darkness.
John stared into space. Something like a surreal gray shimmer was left, without origin, and only vague schemes were the trees around the clearing to identify, though her eyes quickly got used to the lack of sun. He saw nothing, but he felt that approached what lived in the shadow of death.
announced it is now not about the progress of history. But this question is not unimportant, perhaps, from voting depends on the end of the story.
| How are the estimated readers with Jessica? |
| now I like them. |
| not a pleasant time comrade. |
| Who is Jessica? |
| evaluation |
sequel very soon here.
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