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The man works. Pulling things. Using things. Blood spurts. Blood flows. She moves violently. A puppet to the man. She cries out.

They stop. It is quiet. Except for the occasional boom, and shake. “Give her to me.” the man says. Stanvert hands her over. She is still quiet. She is still stopped.

Then they stop. The man pushes and grabs. He goes down a hole, a tunnel, a dark place. Crawling almost, but still carrying, the girl.

Another wave of heat and light and sound, washes over them. And another, and another, from all sides they come. Still they run. Him and the man behind him, and the girl he carries.

Running again. Shouts, and orders, and shouts. He is carrying something. Carrying someone. It is her. It was her.

“Get down you stupid bastard!” buzzing in his ear. “Come on. Get up.” He is dragged to his feet. “Now run, soldier!” He ran. Pushed and dragged along. He ran for his life.

She hits the ground with a thud. No bounce. No stomach. No life. Too shocked to move. Suddenly. Knocked to the ground. Another bullet goes whizzing overhead.

“They are after us still” she says. “They?” he asks. “Your former captors.” she says. Puzzled now he stops. “Wait, tell me what is going on.” he says. “No time now.” she says. “Too bad.” he says. Boom! Blood splatter. … Continue reading →

Chirping, whining, calling, pinning, Splashing, crunching, A million other sounds. She has trouble keeping him going. He stops to look. He stops to hear. She pulls him along. She pulls him quick.

He’s never seen so many things, so many different things, all was gray and black and white, now colors. Oh the colors. and the sounds. No grinding, or humming, or whining of motors, A million other sounds.