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things were attacking her.
She didn’t know or care what they were. There was no way in fucking hell she
was going to stop fighting. She has been and always would be a survivor. The
one with scaly skin and pointy teeth snarled at her. Trillian snarled right
back and swung the sword that she had stolen. The damn weapon weighed a ton and
she completely missed. The thing’s huge bare foot stomped on the blade and the
handle slid right from her fingers. “Fuck you,” she yelled and used her balled
fist to punch it in the face. There was no nose, only two holes, so she
couldn’t break it. She must have stunned the fucker because it stumbled back
with wide eyes.
    With
no time to waste, Trillian spun and took off. She would not die in some damn
forest with fucked-up creatures chasing her. Not while her brother was still
sick and the earth still rotated. Her eyes locked on a thick log. If she
switched course slightly, she’d be able to grab it while running. She didn’t
skip a beat and reached for the weapon. It was sturdy in her hands and not as
heavy as the sword.
    A fucking sword! Really?
    Her
lungs puffed air erratically through parted lips, but she knew if it came down
to endurance, she was as good as safe. All her jogging would finally pay off.
Something latched onto her right leg and oxygen rushed out of her lungs in a
scream as the ground came speeding up toward her. Sharp teeth ripped into the
skin of her leg. The screams were accompanied by two hard smacks of the log
into thick skull. The thing released and she kicked it farther away.
    She
scrambled to get her feet beneath her and more ground between them. All she
managed was to stand. Then Trillian come face to face with a motherfucking man
in a loincloth with huge red and black wings sticking out of his back. Shock
didn’t begin to cover it. Her gasp was drowned out by the guy’s roar and the
screeching of those things behind her. Wingman charged past her and she was not
waiting around to find out what the fuck was going on. Or to fully appreciate
the guy in the loincloth. Trillian pressed her soles into the soft dirt and
took off. There was definitely something worse than the devil chasing her.
    Fresh
morning air filled her lungs and birds chirped musically at her wild run, which
soon became a controlled jog. The massive tree trunks were beginning to blend
and their sprouting leaves blocked the sun. A breeze tickled the leaves and
sent that bright sun winking between branches. Trillian had one very disturbing
thought—where the hell was she? She spun in a tight circle and tried to gain a
sense of direction. Nothing looked familiar.
    She
fought that nasty thought and started running again. There was nothing but
trees and a few scattered bushes that looked like critters of all sizes lived
under them. A noise sounded behind her, the crunching of twigs or branches.
Whatever. She wasn’t waiting around to find out. Sunlight filtered in and out
of her path as she surged through the undergrowth. The trees around her seemed
to thin out. She could see ahead more clearing and caught sight of a grass
field with rolling hills decorating the horizon. Hope spurred her on. Her speed
increased. She’d make it.
    She’d
survive this bullshit.
    A
hand wrapped around her arm. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to gasp as
she was tugged around. Trillian was scared to her very core of her soul. It was
wingman. He was real and hovering above the ground while his eyes seared into
hers. Those were the same eyes that glared at her while she had her little
tantrum in the shed. This freak of nature was her Peeping Tom. He was covered
in splatters of blood and she could hardly breathe as he released her arm. The
man wiped his hand against his loincloth. A fucking loincloth? Trillian fell to
her knees. This couldn’t be happening. Was he going to kill her? Was he an
angel of death? Why was the pulse between her legs as strong as the one in her
chest?
    She
stared up, unable to speak as