There was a bit of thunder and lightning here last night. It was short yet intense; a technicolour storm.
Anyway, it got me in a melancholic mood, and as I learned from Keats, you should never waste a melancholic mood!
So I got creative...
Mia's eyes roved frantically up and down the grey corridor, her heart thumping in her chest like a jackhammer. No one had passed for endless minutes yet she daren't breathe heavily and her nerves were jangling in the shadows. It took all her resolve, but she knew that discovery would not be far away if she remained in this alcove. With ever growing trepidation she made a break, her bare feet eerily silent on the cold stone floor, the regulation prison boots long since discarded. Somehow Mia knew exactly which way to go to escape, but she could not for her life think why. She did not even know how she came to be in here: her only instinct was to escape. It was the fear of re-capture that forced her to flee ever faster; the tails of her coarse woven shirt flapping behind her as she ran. Her fevered thoughts raced, questions and doubts rising unbidden to the forefront of her consciousness. Why am I here? Where is here? What do I do when I escape?
As the entrance doors encroached on her vision however, the doubts dissipated, replaced by an icy calm. A voice answered Mia's doubts, resonating clearly as if it came from her very soul. "Be still child; reason is never acquired through madness. You must be away from this place; if you wish to have a hand in your own future that is. Dispose of the guards." Instantly Mia slowed to a walk, the fog clouding her mind had been swept away: she had a clarity of purpose and a renewed confidence.
Sizing up the guards she continued striding brazenly towards them. Still they had not noticed her. Far back in her mind, Mia knew she had no idea how to deal with armed guards, but she was carried forward on a wave of confidence, instilled from she knew not where. Now the guards had seen her, but far too late. They reached for their firearms and called on her to halt her advance, but now she was in striking distance, and let her reflexes take over. Leaping with a feline grace, her slight form hurtled towards the nearest startled guard, and she was rewarded with a sickening crunch as the heel of her foot made contact with the man's nose. Down he dropped like a lead weight, the gun slipping from his limp hands as he fell. With a dextrous and eerie speed Mia grabbed the weapon a foot from the ground, and without a moment's hesitation, fired it. Before the second guard had a chance to react to the sight of his fallen comrade, he was transfixed by a gout of blood pouring from his chest. Momentary puzzlement flickered across his features before his brain registered the fearsome pain, and he fell poleaxed to the unforgiving stone floor.
Without missing a beat, Mia ripped the keys from the man's belt, unconcerned at the blood staining her clothing and the heavy stench of iron permeating the air. Speed was of the essence: the gunshot had echoed around the cavernous entranceway, and even now she could hear the distant clamour of alarm. Swift yet unhurried she turned her attention to the forbidding doors, but it took just a moment's exertion and the doors were open. Mia advanced into the dark embrace of the night. The rain was pouring down yet the compulsion to be away with all haste made her unheeding, and she set off at a run down the steep incline leading away from the prison. Laid out before her was a dark panorama: the twinkling lights of a thriving town, and with it the promise of a myriad streets and alleys in which to remain undiscovered.
As she ran, the ethereal calm permeating her mind began to dissipate, and the enormity of her deeds began to strike at her consciousness. Tears mixed with the rainwater, her body wracked with sobs as somehow her legs still carried her onwards. The town grew ever nearer, but with it the fear became evermore tangible. The scene beneath Mia was lit up by a sudden flash of lightning. With it, the wind instantly picked up, hurling her raven hair about, wreathing her face. Blinded by the stinging rain and her raging emotions, she slipped and fell. Her body hit the floor heavily, a sharp pain coursed through her temples, and then nothing....
It's my first attempt at writing proper fiction for sometime, so I don't know....think the sentences tend to be a bit staccato.
Not sure if Mia's dead yet! It'll depend on whether I can rouse myself to write more...
Anyway, it got me in a melancholic mood, and as I learned from Keats, you should never waste a melancholic mood!
So I got creative...
Mia's eyes roved frantically up and down the grey corridor, her heart thumping in her chest like a jackhammer. No one had passed for endless minutes yet she daren't breathe heavily and her nerves were jangling in the shadows. It took all her resolve, but she knew that discovery would not be far away if she remained in this alcove. With ever growing trepidation she made a break, her bare feet eerily silent on the cold stone floor, the regulation prison boots long since discarded. Somehow Mia knew exactly which way to go to escape, but she could not for her life think why. She did not even know how she came to be in here: her only instinct was to escape. It was the fear of re-capture that forced her to flee ever faster; the tails of her coarse woven shirt flapping behind her as she ran. Her fevered thoughts raced, questions and doubts rising unbidden to the forefront of her consciousness. Why am I here? Where is here? What do I do when I escape?
As the entrance doors encroached on her vision however, the doubts dissipated, replaced by an icy calm. A voice answered Mia's doubts, resonating clearly as if it came from her very soul. "Be still child; reason is never acquired through madness. You must be away from this place; if you wish to have a hand in your own future that is. Dispose of the guards." Instantly Mia slowed to a walk, the fog clouding her mind had been swept away: she had a clarity of purpose and a renewed confidence.
Sizing up the guards she continued striding brazenly towards them. Still they had not noticed her. Far back in her mind, Mia knew she had no idea how to deal with armed guards, but she was carried forward on a wave of confidence, instilled from she knew not where. Now the guards had seen her, but far too late. They reached for their firearms and called on her to halt her advance, but now she was in striking distance, and let her reflexes take over. Leaping with a feline grace, her slight form hurtled towards the nearest startled guard, and she was rewarded with a sickening crunch as the heel of her foot made contact with the man's nose. Down he dropped like a lead weight, the gun slipping from his limp hands as he fell. With a dextrous and eerie speed Mia grabbed the weapon a foot from the ground, and without a moment's hesitation, fired it. Before the second guard had a chance to react to the sight of his fallen comrade, he was transfixed by a gout of blood pouring from his chest. Momentary puzzlement flickered across his features before his brain registered the fearsome pain, and he fell poleaxed to the unforgiving stone floor.
Without missing a beat, Mia ripped the keys from the man's belt, unconcerned at the blood staining her clothing and the heavy stench of iron permeating the air. Speed was of the essence: the gunshot had echoed around the cavernous entranceway, and even now she could hear the distant clamour of alarm. Swift yet unhurried she turned her attention to the forbidding doors, but it took just a moment's exertion and the doors were open. Mia advanced into the dark embrace of the night. The rain was pouring down yet the compulsion to be away with all haste made her unheeding, and she set off at a run down the steep incline leading away from the prison. Laid out before her was a dark panorama: the twinkling lights of a thriving town, and with it the promise of a myriad streets and alleys in which to remain undiscovered.
As she ran, the ethereal calm permeating her mind began to dissipate, and the enormity of her deeds began to strike at her consciousness. Tears mixed with the rainwater, her body wracked with sobs as somehow her legs still carried her onwards. The town grew ever nearer, but with it the fear became evermore tangible. The scene beneath Mia was lit up by a sudden flash of lightning. With it, the wind instantly picked up, hurling her raven hair about, wreathing her face. Blinded by the stinging rain and her raging emotions, she slipped and fell. Her body hit the floor heavily, a sharp pain coursed through her temples, and then nothing....
It's my first attempt at writing proper fiction for sometime, so I don't know....think the sentences tend to be a bit staccato.
Not sure if Mia's dead yet! It'll depend on whether I can rouse myself to write more...
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