Day five (blur)

 

 

Day five

 

Blur

 

Everything around her began to blur. The colors of the rich yellow and deep red flowers, the green grass, the blue sky, and the white from the impending thunder clouds the darkened sky was blurring passed her as well. The deep purples and oranges from her dress were flowing behind her with the silky ribbons whipping around her waist as she picked up speed.  She could only see the faces of the strangers as she continued to run, but soon the faces faded into porcelain blurs, some with light colored eyes and hair, and others with the darkened blur of color. Not much mattered about the blurring people, just that they would soon be behind her; they would forget that had even seen this woman run by them with the deep red flowing from her lips.  Maybe a few eyes would linger in her as she ran forward, but they did not run after her, they did not stop to think what she may be running from, they would carry on with their lives, like nothing had ever happened. Maybe even some would wonder why she was bleeding, or why she was running, and maybe they would hope for the best for the woman, but they would not stop her, they would not think of her again.

Truth is, even if she wanted to stop, she couldn’t. She had to run, she had to escape. Her thoughts would race, but no thought would ever stick with her, her mind was racing just as fast as she was running.  Her lungs began to burn as she continued to run, the inevitable pain from the physical exhaustion. But she could not stop, not now.  If she did stop, would what she was running from find her, would it kill her? She began to feel every muscle in her body begin to strain as she continued to run. The weight of her strides started to prickle on her feet, it certainly didn’t help that she was wearing heeled boots; she had not planned to be running in the heavy leather boots. The pain was becoming unbearable, she could feel that the continued stride would cause her feet to bleed.

But nothing mattered now, just the fact that she needed to escape. Yes the pain was deep, and unyielding, but she could not stop. 

She kept her eyes forward, the blurs of color were starting to become more and more mixed as she continued to face forward, never looking back.  The faces soon blended in with the deep colors of the background, she did not look to anyone, and nor did she need to, she was just looking at them as they looked at her, just another blur, a face never to be remembered.  

Her heart was pounding in her chest, yes from the running, but there was a thought behind the physical strain that was causing her heart to race. He was behind that thought. His deep dark short cut hair, his thinned face, his perfectly wrinkled laugh lines, and his voice. Thought she had not said anything to him hinting at her attraction that she felt every time he was near, somehow she knew that he felt the same. There was something there.

 

She collected her thoughts. She could not stop thinking about him, even as she was running to save her life. He was all she could think about. He was a virus slowly taking over her mind, her body. She couldn’t think of anything else, even as her life was in the balance. 

And just as she thought back to the reason for her running, like a striking clock, she fell forward. He hands flew in front of her, her palms down, skidding across the hard pavement, her knees perfectly bare for the ground to carve into a red river. Her body finally fell still, her heart pounding, her lungs racing, but her mind slow as she thought of him once more.  She could see everything moving so slowly, but as she knew what was after her, everything became a blur once more as she felt the stinging of the falling tears. She was to die tonight.

And as she tried to move her now bleeding joints, his shadow fell on her boots. He stood, like a death, in a shadow, his face was never seen, all that her eyes saw, was the blade in his hand. Her death; it was silver, and shimmering in shadows. 

He moved so fast to her, that the sharp pain was almost a surprise to her mortal body. Her death, it had come for her. The tears welled inside her eyes; she could only feel the warmth dripping from the fresh wound. She felt the warmth, almost as her life slipping, dripping away at his blade.  The pain was going to be the last thing she felt, but as she began to think back on her life, his face began to melt away the blurring world. The thought of him, oh how beautiful he really was. He was her last thought before closing her eyes.