The Wild Hunt
Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 5:26 am
((Bobby Goldman continued from As Cold as Silence))
The strange vision of death with a sniper rifle haunted the back of Bobby's mind as he ran south. He couldn't think of that person as a human being. No one would ever choose to dress like that, much less walk into the coldest place on the island wearing almost nothing. That's crazy! I must have imagined her.
He was still trying to move across the island as fast as he could, but his body just wasn't cooperating with him. His side was throbbing with pain almost as severe as when he got shot that first afternoon. The bruise on his leg was aching as well, hobbling his movements. And for some reason his stomach was gurgling and clenching, giving him abdominal pains which he couldn't explain.
If the blood-painted girl with the rifle wanted me dead, I'd have been shot in the back already. I'm alive, so she's not my problem any more. Shut up, stomach! Odile is my problem. If no one else is willing to track her down and deal with her, then I will. With her attitude, she could do anything. She's a performer, and SOTF-TV is the ultimate stage. She probably thinks of everyone else on the island as her props.
Bobby slowed to a quick walk. He brought his hand over to his right side and touched the place where he'd been shot. The pain flared brightly, then faded back to a dull throb again. Damn, he thought, it might have gotten infected.
The look of grim determination returned to his face as he increased his pace to a steady jog, regardless of the pain.
((Bobby Goldman continued in Wrong Direction))
The strange vision of death with a sniper rifle haunted the back of Bobby's mind as he ran south. He couldn't think of that person as a human being. No one would ever choose to dress like that, much less walk into the coldest place on the island wearing almost nothing. That's crazy! I must have imagined her.
He was still trying to move across the island as fast as he could, but his body just wasn't cooperating with him. His side was throbbing with pain almost as severe as when he got shot that first afternoon. The bruise on his leg was aching as well, hobbling his movements. And for some reason his stomach was gurgling and clenching, giving him abdominal pains which he couldn't explain.
If the blood-painted girl with the rifle wanted me dead, I'd have been shot in the back already. I'm alive, so she's not my problem any more. Shut up, stomach! Odile is my problem. If no one else is willing to track her down and deal with her, then I will. With her attitude, she could do anything. She's a performer, and SOTF-TV is the ultimate stage. She probably thinks of everyone else on the island as her props.
Bobby slowed to a quick walk. He brought his hand over to his right side and touched the place where he'd been shot. The pain flared brightly, then faded back to a dull throb again. Damn, he thought, it might have gotten infected.
The look of grim determination returned to his face as he increased his pace to a steady jog, regardless of the pain.
((Bobby Goldman continued in Wrong Direction))