Deirdre Gwyneth McCrery (naturallygwyn) wrote in inpoormerit, @ 2010-03-11 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | #abduction, #solo, deirdre |
Deirdre Gwyneth McCrery - Abduction
The darkness pressed against her eyes, having fallen far more suddenly than she expected. Twilight had been steadily descending as she tromped through her favourite stretch of forest, but her current discourse with the Good Lord kept her from noticing the gathering clouds overhead. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but Deirdre counted it as a blessing that she couldn’t see it yet. She might have time to get to her bike if she timed it just right, avoid trudging into her flat a horrible, sodden mess. Ah, well. If it rained on her, it rained on her, and if not...
She hitched her sagging backpack a little higher on her shoulders and began to walk just a little faster. A wind kicked up between the trees, setting the leaves to rustle noisily, but she could still hear the natural wildlife sounds that she had come to equate as the soundtrack of her life. It was real, undulating, rising and falling just like breathing. There was such a peace to it.
Of course its absence spoke more volumes than a World War II air raid siren.
A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the cool wind that spoke to the front rapidly moving into the area. In the silence of the woods around her, she could swear she could hear electronic whine of the watch around her wrist. “Barmy,” she muttered as she brought her hands up to the straps of her pack, squeezing them a little as she tried to shake off of mounting anxiety. Her voice sounded unnatural to her ears, a horrible, foreign and grating noise. But it was a welcome change to the uncomforting silence that had fallen over the area. “Totally mental.”
In that stillness, it was easy to hear the crack and rustle of someone’s approach through the trees and underbrush, probably from a few hundred metres away even. This is why she was startled in the extreme when her path was suddenly blocked by a figure that had simply materialized out of nowhere. It was only her supreme awareness of her own body that kept her from walking right into and bouncing off of the man’s barrel chest. His face was in shadow, but it was more than that: he was wearing some kind of mask. She almost swore in her surprise, but there was something in this stranger’s demeanour that stole the voice from her throat. In a moment, however, she had recovered herself- her voice at least- and muttered an apology as she started to pick another path through the dense trees. “Sorry.”
The movement was so fast that she could only barely react. That was probably why she felt something sting her in the upper shoulder rather than her neck, which is where the man’s hand struck as her sudden movement upset his momentum and sent it well past its intended mark. The pain that exploded from where the man struck her in the neck eclipsed the throb in her shoulder until she had almost completely forgotten it. She was vaguely aware that the man wasn’t alone anymore as another figure swam into her vision. The ground no longer seemed altogether stable, but she realised this was because it was she was falling toward it.
Everything was going all wonky, tilting every which way, and she knew, knew that she had to stay awake, fight back. The men hadn’t said a word, but they turned and began to approach her, even as she started taking a few stumbling steps back. She couldn’t really say what happened next, other than she fought like a wounded mountain lion as they grappled her to the ground; when she woke up, her nails were broken and jagged and the ends of her fingers and joints were bruised and swollen. Gwyn put up a damn good fight. Too bad it didn’t work out all that well at all.