Snippet #2634436

Alver ran as fast as he could away from the scene, heart in mouth. The image played itself in a constant loop in his mind, and for the first time since then a strangled whimper forced its way out of his throat, the sound barely making its way past his lips. Gotta run, he told himself, panting for air. He refused to look behind, focusing instead on the turn and safety. Gotta get away befo-

Something smacked into the wall behind him with a bang, and Alver flinched and forced his legs to go faster as someone yelled at him. He felt like screaming in terror himself, but that costed too much energy. Better to just focus everything into running instead. The yell wasn't in english but like hell he was going to stay and ask what that was; it probably meant I'm gonna eat you! or something anyway, and Alver really really really wanted to live. Oh geez, he wanted to live.

He didn't want to die.

Leaning lower to run faster and make himself less of a target, Alver pulled up a wavering shield of white to guard his back just as something whirred through the air and crashed into it. The wonky barrier shuddered and cracked but stayed firm, and the turn was just a few dozen steps away and holy shiz he was actually going to make it -

Someone crashed through the barrier and grabbed him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The shock and fear tore its way out of Alver in the form of a high pitched scream as he stumbled from the person's weight. The barrier shattered into pieces around them and faded as the person jerked him around. He raised his arms in defence as they fell to the floor, and in between him and his assailant five translucent white shields formed as Alver cowered and waited for the finishing blow.

O-Oh lord, he was going to be eaten alive. It had him by the arm. He c-couldn't run, he was going to - to -

Wait, what?

A feminine voice said something in gibberish, and Alver managed to unscrunch one eye as the blow never came. He saw a woman covered in blood with a shocked expression lowering her arm and talking in the same language as before in an almost feverish manner, like she was desperate for him to understand. Which was nearly impossible, since Alver had absolutely no clue what she meant.

"H-huh?" he stared at her, gasping for breath, his whole body trembling with adrenaline and terror. He didn't lower his shields; like hell he was doing that when he wasn't sure whether she wanted to kill him. "I-I-I don't underst-stand," he stuttered, more than a little afraid, eyes wide. The part of his brain that wasn't gibbering in fear wanted to add Lady, english please? and I thought you were going to eat me and take over my body like what they said on the speakers, but nope. Don't trigger the crazy psychotic lady by reminding her that she had wanted to destroy him, thank you very much.