each other and I stagger back until I hit the grill of Tucker's truck with my back and the sheer horror of the moment spills another awful sound out of my mouth and once again I slap my hand over my open mouth while my eyes go wide.
Did anybody hear it too? My eyes search every face, but they all are fixed on the two guys throwing fists. The sound of knuckles hitting on skin and the unmistakeably crack of bones breaking lets me push forward. But before I get close to them I see the two other guys taking Tucker into a tight hold and Mike's fist swings a combination of hits at Tucker's stomach and one final blow to his head. Instantly the guys let go of Tucker and he stumbles on, takes a step and falls, his legs giving out.
Furies I lurch forward, badly shaking I push and claw at anything I can get my hands on. Only when there is another awful sound escaping my mouth somebody's fist lands on my head and the side of my head explodes in a burst of pain before everything goes dark.
Collision
Chloe
Rain pelts at me as I stare up at the dark sky, struggling to draw precious air into my lungs. The throbbing in my head is so painful that I taste acid in the back of my throat, warning me that vomiting will soon be inevitable.
I don't know where I am or why I am hurting so bad, but I know nothing good can possible come from this predicament I'm in.
I roll to my side, careful lifting my upper body onto my elbow and with my head hanging low I slowly get to a sitting position. Fear hovers over me, making my clammy skin prickle with agitation. With my heart pounding out of control and my chest tight I can hear someone breathe heavily. My eyes dart to my right side and a little distance away I see Tucker laying on his back.
Even though I can hear him breathing, he looks… dead. With my sight still poor, I look down at my hands because that is all I seem to be able to bring into focus. They are shaking and they somehow don't even look like my hands. Focusing on them however, makes me feel a little more grounded. Then my eyes move over to Tucker's body again and I begin to hyperventilate just thinking about him being hurt. I'm going to die from panic, my inside screams . No Chloe! You need to concentrate and help Tucker. He needs you!
As I tentatively move my limbs, acid rises up my throat. Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I let the vomit escape onto the grass. It burns my chest as I heave and I start to cough. My hand wipe over my mouth when I finish and I can taste the ugly taste of copper. My lips are split open, I probably bit my tongue, and it is swollen and thick. Then I look around and blink for the world to come back into focus.
And again I see Tucker's body not far from me and the sudden realization of my state of being in comes back into my mind like a speed train, forcing the air out of my lungs again.
“Grrgh,” I force out weakly, shaking uncontrollably.
“Grrg h… help!” My voice just barely rising above a whisper as I pull my aching body up to stand. My legs buckle without warning and I begin to cry. No, I can't help Tucker if I'm a mess. With a sharp quick wipe of my hand I wish the tears from my face straighten up and stumble to his body.
With sheer strength I scream… first inhuman like sounds, then adjusting my vocal cord to build words. Gurgling sounds form to recognizable words spurt out in a rage, which shocks even me.
“Trrgh,” I try to talk.
“Tuc… ker?” I was so hoarse I didn't think I would make a sound. My stomach twists and heaves again but nothing does emerge, just another awful gagging sound leaking from
Did anybody hear it too? My eyes search every face, but they all are fixed on the two guys throwing fists. The sound of knuckles hitting on skin and the unmistakeably crack of bones breaking lets me push forward. But before I get close to them I see the two other guys taking Tucker into a tight hold and Mike's fist swings a combination of hits at Tucker's stomach and one final blow to his head. Instantly the guys let go of Tucker and he stumbles on, takes a step and falls, his legs giving out.
Furies I lurch forward, badly shaking I push and claw at anything I can get my hands on. Only when there is another awful sound escaping my mouth somebody's fist lands on my head and the side of my head explodes in a burst of pain before everything goes dark.
Collision
Chloe
Rain pelts at me as I stare up at the dark sky, struggling to draw precious air into my lungs. The throbbing in my head is so painful that I taste acid in the back of my throat, warning me that vomiting will soon be inevitable.
I don't know where I am or why I am hurting so bad, but I know nothing good can possible come from this predicament I'm in.
I roll to my side, careful lifting my upper body onto my elbow and with my head hanging low I slowly get to a sitting position. Fear hovers over me, making my clammy skin prickle with agitation. With my heart pounding out of control and my chest tight I can hear someone breathe heavily. My eyes dart to my right side and a little distance away I see Tucker laying on his back.
Even though I can hear him breathing, he looks… dead. With my sight still poor, I look down at my hands because that is all I seem to be able to bring into focus. They are shaking and they somehow don't even look like my hands. Focusing on them however, makes me feel a little more grounded. Then my eyes move over to Tucker's body again and I begin to hyperventilate just thinking about him being hurt. I'm going to die from panic, my inside screams . No Chloe! You need to concentrate and help Tucker. He needs you!
As I tentatively move my limbs, acid rises up my throat. Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I let the vomit escape onto the grass. It burns my chest as I heave and I start to cough. My hand wipe over my mouth when I finish and I can taste the ugly taste of copper. My lips are split open, I probably bit my tongue, and it is swollen and thick. Then I look around and blink for the world to come back into focus.
And again I see Tucker's body not far from me and the sudden realization of my state of being in comes back into my mind like a speed train, forcing the air out of my lungs again.
“Grrgh,” I force out weakly, shaking uncontrollably.
“Grrg h… help!” My voice just barely rising above a whisper as I pull my aching body up to stand. My legs buckle without warning and I begin to cry. No, I can't help Tucker if I'm a mess. With a sharp quick wipe of my hand I wish the tears from my face straighten up and stumble to his body.
With sheer strength I scream… first inhuman like sounds, then adjusting my vocal cord to build words. Gurgling sounds form to recognizable words spurt out in a rage, which shocks even me.
“Trrgh,” I try to talk.
“Tuc… ker?” I was so hoarse I didn't think I would make a sound. My stomach twists and heaves again but nothing does emerge, just another awful gagging sound leaking from
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