12-01-2015, 06:27 AM
I remember this expression that Matera used to use all the time when she was in one of her paranoid moods..."Feels like someone's walking over my grave." Something like that. That's what it felt like when the man I've dubbed 'Sharkboy' on account of his teeth, had his gun pointed at me.
I released a shaky breath and closed my eyes, running a hand over my face. ' What the hell just happened?' I asked myself internally. My horse seemed to understand my plight, gently nudging me to give some small measure of comfort. " Just.. stay here, okay?" I half told half asked the horse. She snorted and shook her mane, seemingly agreeing that she would indeed stay here.
I cast a glace in the direction that 'Sharkboy' had gone in. I made the decision to follow him. " Wish me luck." I told my horse, my voice practically dripping with sarcasm. I quickly crossed the clearing, the blades of grass ruffling under his feet as he walked to the entryway of the tree.
I knocked on the hard bark of the outside of the tree, the bark scarping my knuckles. "Hello? If its' all the same to you, I would like a word." My voice had lost all of the fear its had possessed only moments before. " I wanted to know if I could ask some questions." I said, trying to put some steel and certainty into my voice to show this man I was serious. I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms waiting for his answer.
I released a shaky breath and closed my eyes, running a hand over my face. ' What the hell just happened?' I asked myself internally. My horse seemed to understand my plight, gently nudging me to give some small measure of comfort. " Just.. stay here, okay?" I half told half asked the horse. She snorted and shook her mane, seemingly agreeing that she would indeed stay here.
I cast a glace in the direction that 'Sharkboy' had gone in. I made the decision to follow him. " Wish me luck." I told my horse, my voice practically dripping with sarcasm. I quickly crossed the clearing, the blades of grass ruffling under his feet as he walked to the entryway of the tree.
I knocked on the hard bark of the outside of the tree, the bark scarping my knuckles. "Hello? If its' all the same to you, I would like a word." My voice had lost all of the fear its had possessed only moments before. " I wanted to know if I could ask some questions." I said, trying to put some steel and certainty into my voice to show this man I was serious. I leaned against the doorway and crossed my arms waiting for his answer.