Tuesday, August 08, 2006
New Beginning 54
Cole couldn't run any more. Her legs gave out and she collapsed on the snow with a defeated whump. The Hunter was close, but the cold and her lack of sleep sapped her of the will to keep going.
He'll catch me. Sure as shit, if she didn't get up right now, it was over. Only question is whether it's over on my terms, or his.
She rolled onto her back and watched her breath rise into the frigid air, white clouds of exhaustion. A gnarled tree towered over her, gray sky filtered through its bare branches. It wasn't the worst place in the world to die.
Not that she would give up easily. Cole reached into the waist of her fur-lined leather pants and drew out her gun. She clutched the weapon close to her chest, cradled it lovingly. When the Hunter caught up with her, she would go down fighting. If she were lucky, maybe she'd take him out with her.
If only she hadn't skinned his brother to make her pants. Then the werewolf might not be after her at all. She ran a hand down her thigh, feeling the supple leather. Oh, they were totally worth it though.
She looked around for a hiding place. Maybe she could take him by surprise. Maybe, just maybe, there was a matching jacket in her future.
Continuation: Kathy Collins