Think we can make it?
His first thought was no. The car wasn’t even that far but known how clumsy the ginger could be, he still worried he would get caught. The mute looked around carefully, staying as still as he could to not alarm the creature, whatever it was. Far as they knew, there was only one. He hoped it was one, and only one. His heart started to race in his chest, looking for an idea. They needed one idea but every time he thought of something, the mute only saw one of them getting free. The blonde felt his body flinch, a low growl would rumble the bushes, feeling their new guest inching forward.
“Zander, I have a plan,” It’ll be fine. He could take the short cut to lose it once he hit the lake. This could work. “There’s only one right?” Right?? “I….I know the grounds of this area like the back of my hand. I can lead it away while you run to the car and grab the wards. I can run, you know I can,” it was all he wanted to do when he was young. His hands would ball into fist, carefully reaching into his back pocket for his phone. He had numbers for the guide, and Emergency sources of course. His parents always reminded him to keep them on hand.
The ground wouldn’t break the phone, he could drop it. Before the ginger could argue, he’d slightly turn his head, but his eyes kept forward. “I need you to trust me. I can lead it out and make a short cut to get back here to take the ward before it comes back. It’ll give you time to call out for help. We both know that’s the only option we have right now. I need you to stay here and I’ll make my way back. Once I’m far enough you can get to the car. Please, you have to trust me.”
It had to work. He couldn’t forgive himself if he let Zander get hurt.
Here of all places, a place he begged him to come to.
Nicolas, now felt his heart beat in his ear drums. There would be a count down. A small step to the side, he saw the animal’s eyes shift with him. Good, that was a start. Steps would slowly take to the side, testing to be sure the animal ignored his other half. “Three….” he’s drop his phone behind his back, glowing pair of death beams still glued to the mute’s body. “Two.” No sudden movements. He had the path aimed in his peripherals, his feet shifted, ready to push his body for the sudden sprint he was about to intake. The mute quietly hoped…prayed that this would work.
Immediately he heard the noises that followed, pulling away further and further form the other witch that gave him time to run to the car. Nicolas felt no thoughts come to mind, he just ran. As fast and as furious as he could, remembering every root and log so he could remember to jump over to avoid tripping. The sounds of a growl and roar rushed behind him. Throbbing hitting harder and louder against his ears and head, he felt scared. Even so, he could feel grateful one of them would be fine.
As he approached the lake, he saw only one second of opportunity to turn, with the beast closing in, he thought on his toes to think of a spell. Something, anything that could slow the thing down! His hands balled up into fist as he suddenly realized he has to stop and focus, but there was only one shot. Every so often his head would turn, trying to get himself far enough to turn and cast anything. He couldn’t get far enough. His energy was suddenly slowing from the amount of marshmallow and chocolate squishing around in his stomach.
They picked a bad time to have sweet.
Not even thinking the mute darted off the path and into the woods. His feet kicking and making noise that was unavoidable. He could remember where he went. He could find his way back. What he didn’t account for was his footing. Off guard, the mute would trip. Nic stumbled trying to catch himself but fell towards the ground and skid to the grass and dirt. His body scurried to sit up, seeing only shadows of what was prowling closer and closer. His hands made a gesture, a chant mouth with his lips and orbs of light would flow around the both of them.
The creature stopped.
The witch’s heart could rip out of his chest as he saw the mane and eyes of a lioness growling, her footing very slow, as she eyed her next meal that was helplessly in front of her. The panting in his lungs felt inflamed, as he kept pushing with his feet and hands until his back hit against a giant tree trunk that cornered him now. Mind blank, the bright blue eyes would glow with the orbs of light before they would slowly die and he felt the sting of pain into his shoulder. Her teeth sunken in, but only briefly as the witch had to think fast; still, it would be enough to dig into his flesh through his hoodie. He wanted to scream. Nic’s throat rattled, trying to call out for help. His hands thought quickly and would cast another ward he worded with his mouth. The lioness froze. His breath feeling so thin, he pushed and shoved the animal’s body to escape underneath her deathly bite. The ward bought him time.
Unfortunately, his hoodie left behind as Nicolas had to find a way to crawl out of it to be free. His shoulder, he held onto his bloody part making his way back to camp as fast as he could manage. The wound wouldn’t kill him, but Nic felt his lungs closing in, he knew he needed his inhaler soon. Fuck. Legs were now going tired, he couldn’t run, but managed to muster a small fast walk. Bushes were pushes, his bare arms were scratched and clothing caught against the wood and needles of the forest. He was close. He just needed to get a little closer.
Eventually he saw the light of the fire, Nicolas’s smile now hopefully as he rushed faster and faster to get to the edge. With only a bush separating him from the open area, the mute would stop, his undamaged arms lean against the tree. He was safe. They were safe, they would be fine.
They would be…fine.
“Zander..?...Zander?” if he could make noise it would be the faintest call. He felt so drained now. Where was Zander? Was he okay?