Pleasurable Venom

Anywhere

Pleasurable Venom

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Chapter 01: Anywhere

"There she is!" The gruff male voice echos off the walls and chases after me. The same voice I am trying to run from. The strong unyielding sound of a dozen footfalls follow and seem to gain volume. The word no runs laps in my head and screams at me to run faster. Please, I don't want to go back. Not there. Bars, cold metal, I don't want to be there anymore.

Keeping my panic at a low level I focus on my heartbeat, the strain in my muscles from running for a long period of time and the winding twists and turns I need to make to outrun my pursuers. I must keep running. I must run until I am free. Somewhere they won't find me.

My foot falls forward and instead of solid cobblestone my foot slides in a pile of damp dirtiness. The unexpected slip forces my body forward, gravity kicking in to pull me to the ground. My left side makes a hard impact that send pins and needles through my side and shoulder. I must not stop. I bite my lip and grit my teeth as I push up off the ground and begin my run again, ignoring the pain. Just run. My eyes catch a darker area on a wall and I twist my direction towards it. Quicky, I lunge behind a set of wooden crates and the rough skin on the underside of my hand scrapes across the stone wall, both padding my stumble and tearing a few layers of tissue.

After a brief moment the temporary sting fades and I focus back on my breathing. Each breath rushes out in an unstable stutter. My pulse pounds in my ears and slowly, ever so slowly, each one gets quieter and less ragged.

I glance down at my quickly healing palm and faintly notice the torn, barely there scrap of fabric I use as clothing. It serves nothing against the chill plaguing London. Each gust of wind encourages more shivers through my skin.

The storm of enemy footfalls hastily pass me. I hold my breath and tense, ready to flee my hiding spot at any moment. Each one seeming to rake through my nerves and send tumors through my being. I know that if I make even a small movement it could lead to my recapture. Seconds stretch into minutes and they slowly tick by. Yelled voices, and any sign of life fade into the night. The noise slipping and falling through the cold night air. Each footstep, lost in the dark, like the fog from my breath.

A shaky but relieved breath trips past my lips and my body relaxes against the unforgiving wood of the crates. Tense still, yes, but relieved and relaxed.

I am free..."for now, at the very least." The words follow a thick cloud of fog and a small smile.

A breeze crawls over my skin, casting a faint spell of drowsiness over my fatigued mind. It sends my thoughts to my next goal. It's cold, too cold for me to function for long without experiencing difficulty. Cautiously, carefully, I peer over the stack of wood boxes. Looking back and forth, and once behind me, I sigh and slip silently into an ally only a few quick steps to my right. Every step, requires a relatively large amount of effort. The biting cool of the air seeping into my skin and slowing down my movements, all adrenaline from my escape long gone. With every sluggish movement a danit little shuffle accompanies my steps. A leather pouch, hidden beneath the thin fabric of my poor clothing, rubs against my outer thigh, reminding me of its existence. Inside is a small silver earring, the type that hugs your upper ear and dangles past your ear lobe. The small chain that falls off the ear resembles a silver snake, and at the end, red rubies dot its face as the eyes. Always hidden, always out of sight, in my throat. That was until I found the pocket size pouch in my flee from that horrid place. Another shudder, the mere thought of that dreadful hell shoving reason to the side and pushing to the front of my mind. My skin burns with the ice water thrown on my skin, my breath scrapes against my throat, just underneath the rough, calloused hands blocking its way. The feeling seems so real. Hot tears slide over my cheeks and into my hands. I can't breathe.