The day had aged earlier than normal, since the continuous burst of thick black smoke had dirtied the sunset clouds before the night could. Currently, I was on the run again, having an indeterminate number of killers on my trail. Jane took the lead, but even so, I was at her side doing away with close packed tall grasses and shrubs using the blade she had produced initially. After one or two seconds, they commenced the projection of long ranged shots which we narrowly and closely dodged every time it arrived at unfathomable speed. I couldn't determine the direction we ran towards but I had known that the more we progressed, the farther we deviated from the path Bashir was supposed to be awaiting my return. Once again, I had broken a promise and I could feel the minutes slip away from my fingers as the image of the hour glass in my head had at long last finished its course—Bashir would have to leave without me. We had entered a clear pathway, free of bushes, and even though I was
JANE... Peace in definition can be seen as tranquility in its utmost. I could hear birds singing and maybe the weather had been playing a harmonica in tune as well. Fairytales were a myth but I happened to find the verity of it in a place that resembled nothing like reality. Just as sudden as the feeling of freedom encompassed me, I saw his face, lethal and deadly like always. He was staring into my soul and similar to every other time it happened, there was no place to hide from his hunting eyes —I would never be free from Shugaba's bondage. The surrealism shut out and I remembered the darkness but slowly, as my lids parted, light came through to dispel the fearsome imaginings. I bolted upright, swallowing the jolt of pain that came in line with my movements —now sitting on the partial comfort of a flattened layer of foam. Everything was unfamiliar seeing as the last thing I recalled was the chaos and afterwards, those warm brown eyes that awarded me gentle looks but then again,
Aisha had refused but knowing me, I could never take no for an answer. She had said that the Agent was working behind at some distances away from our own shelter, stretching a little further into the bushes, and far from where the settlers rushed to scavenge the last drops of rain water in their cistern. Her chadaree had been the perfect disguise. The garment covered my whole body from the top of my head to the ground, leaving only a mesh screen to allow for proper vision. Once outside, I choked on the dust first and the air had been too dry that breathing it in had become a pain inducing task. My steps were uncertain at the initial stage but after some moments, I had blended perfectly into the crowds, seeing as my relaxed countenance had come across as anything but chary. The structures of buildings present were either collapsed to the last decimal or were in the form of bits and pieces which had remained from what looked like an obvious past explosion. Only an infinite trail of t
Lade...Hours had gone by since she had walked out without a reply to the equivocal opinion I shared. For some reason I had wanted an answer, something that would clear away this unappreciated doubt that hovered about somewhere in my head.
Narrator's POV...
Jane...I couldn't stop myself from worrying just like I couldn't stop myself from fiddling with the braids that a certain someone had thoughtfully done for me. It had only been two days since I woke up and it looked as though the Agent was hard to come by each passing minute.
I probably shouldn't have been wandering outside the tent in the dead of night but maybe I had just needed to clear my head. The dilapidated bungalow that was used as an infirmary by the locals here controlled
It was still dark, dawn was yet to arrive and the only difference was that this time, I wasn't alone in the tent. The weight of another presence tightened the air. I was calmer now, and the upset in my belly had quelled.