07-15-2014, 12:09 AM
She turned her head in the direction of the shouts and her heart stopped. Watching the child fall into the icy river made her stomach twist in fear. For a second, it wasn’t a child running over ice, but the memory of a boy climbing a tree and falling into the fierce waters. Her feet moved on their own as she turned and ran towards the woman and remaining children. Her vision became sharper, her world grew clearer; the air was crisper. The world from seconds before seemed dull in comparison.
She didn’t know what she could have done, but Zoya felt a need to get to the children. What happened as she approached, however, froze her in her tracks as surely as if the ice had formed around her legs. The child, blue and sure to end up suffering from hypothermia, floated out of the river.
Her gasp was audible, but her disbelief had to be pushed aside. For a moment, the brunette looked frantically around, expecting some monster to jump out of nowhere. But, if one of those creatures from the factory was there, what would it have to do with the wet the boy? The question was one Zoya couldn’t answer. She didn’t even know if there was a link at all. All she knew, she decided as she watched the kid drop down on to the shore, was that unless he was warmed and seen to, his outcome wasn’t good.
His friends seemed to stop as if held by invisible ties, and by the time she reached the boy on the ground, did not appear to get into the water itself. “Get them back from there!”
She called to the woman while dropping to her knees and checking on the boy. “Hey,”
she spoke to the kid while getting the wet hat off of his head. “What is your name? Are you ok?”
The child shivered, teeth audibly chattering as he shook. “c..c..cold.”
“We have to get you out of these wet clothes. I’m Zoya. I’ll give you my jacket for now, but we have to get you dry and warm. Where do you live?”
He was somewhat responsive, and she wanted to keep him talking. Most importantly, she wanted to get him dry. Dry and warm.
She hurried to help the kid out of his wet jacket, then, to her shock it seemed as if the water soaking his face stopped dripping. In fact, she watched, small jacket held tightly in her hands, as the liquid beaded together into small balls that pulled out and away from the boy and his clothes. For the second time that night, she gasped, and as if poured from a bucket, the water that had at one point soaked the boy from head to toe poured onto the ground around him.
Her hands trembled, the world around them no longer seemed as vibrant. But strangely, the boy was dry. Zoya couldn't imagine how in the world that had happened, but he was dry. Unfortunately, he remained a pale shade of blue, and exposed to the cold air.
Dropping the wet jacket by her feet, the woman took of her own jacket and wrapped it around his small frame. At least, judging by his wide eyed look, she wasn't the only one bewildered by what was going on. "Kid, I wish I knew what the hell was going on too."
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jul 15 2014, 01:39 AM.
She didn’t know what she could have done, but Zoya felt a need to get to the children. What happened as she approached, however, froze her in her tracks as surely as if the ice had formed around her legs. The child, blue and sure to end up suffering from hypothermia, floated out of the river.
Her gasp was audible, but her disbelief had to be pushed aside. For a moment, the brunette looked frantically around, expecting some monster to jump out of nowhere. But, if one of those creatures from the factory was there, what would it have to do with the wet the boy? The question was one Zoya couldn’t answer. She didn’t even know if there was a link at all. All she knew, she decided as she watched the kid drop down on to the shore, was that unless he was warmed and seen to, his outcome wasn’t good.
His friends seemed to stop as if held by invisible ties, and by the time she reached the boy on the ground, did not appear to get into the water itself. “Get them back from there!”
She called to the woman while dropping to her knees and checking on the boy. “Hey,”
she spoke to the kid while getting the wet hat off of his head. “What is your name? Are you ok?”
The child shivered, teeth audibly chattering as he shook. “c..c..cold.”
“We have to get you out of these wet clothes. I’m Zoya. I’ll give you my jacket for now, but we have to get you dry and warm. Where do you live?”
He was somewhat responsive, and she wanted to keep him talking. Most importantly, she wanted to get him dry. Dry and warm.
She hurried to help the kid out of his wet jacket, then, to her shock it seemed as if the water soaking his face stopped dripping. In fact, she watched, small jacket held tightly in her hands, as the liquid beaded together into small balls that pulled out and away from the boy and his clothes. For the second time that night, she gasped, and as if poured from a bucket, the water that had at one point soaked the boy from head to toe poured onto the ground around him.
Her hands trembled, the world around them no longer seemed as vibrant. But strangely, the boy was dry. Zoya couldn't imagine how in the world that had happened, but he was dry. Unfortunately, he remained a pale shade of blue, and exposed to the cold air.
Dropping the wet jacket by her feet, the woman took of her own jacket and wrapped it around his small frame. At least, judging by his wide eyed look, she wasn't the only one bewildered by what was going on. "Kid, I wish I knew what the hell was going on too."
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jul 15 2014, 01:39 AM.