merechyn (merechyn) wrote in 7_days, @ 2007-10-09 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | myth, prompt 2 |
Smile
Title: Smile
Author: merechyn
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): Myth
Wordcount: 278
Summary: He once thought she was the most beautiful woman to have ever existed.
Jasyn collapsed against the wall, remaining standing through strength of will alone, desperate to calm his breathing enough to hear the measured footsteps he could feel behind him. She was there, coming, even if he could hear nothing over the sounds of his own harsh breathing.
He pushed up and stumbled down the passage, using the wall for leverage to keep himself upright, turning when it turned, barely able to see more than the few feet in front of him, between the exhaustion clouding his eyes and the dimness of the maze.
She was closer, he knew it, felt it. He tried to hurry his steps though his legs felt like nothing more than stone blocks, tripping him up more than carrying him on. He stumbled again, arm reaching out, stone fingers catching on the wall in front of him as he fell. In front, and on either side. Another dead end.
Despair filled him and he fell to the ground, leaning his body against the wall, looking back the way he came. He no longer had the strength to try again. She was coming, would be there soon. Was there already.
He looked up at the marble face with it's creamy skin, he'd once thought her so beautiful, emerald eyes as hard as stone, green hair twisting around on it's own, testing the air, tasting....
He could feel it, the numbness, creeping up from his feet and hands, up through his legs and arms. Soon there would be nothing left. The last thing he saw, as the grayness crept across his vision, was her smile ... and the rows of sharp teeth she usually kept hidden.