(Argh, I was at dress rehearsal for FOUR HOURS. It was a train wreck. I am starving. XP)
*"Go! Run! You have to get out of here!" The little girl stared at her father with wide eyes full of fear. She scrambled to her feet as fast as her wounded body would let her. She could feel the bloody battlefield that was her back, burning like fire. "Don't look back!" He screamed at her, unable to move. The girl nodded, tears streaming down her face, and took off. She heard her father's final scream and rumbling laughter behind her. "You'll never escape me," The Master said softly. Her tattered potato sack of a dress snagged on the cotton thorns, tearing the fragile fabric even further. Within moments she was out of the field, her tiny hands gripping the stallion's wavy mane fiercly, feeling his massive strength carry her away. The shadows slipped from their owners and raced after them into the night.*/// Ari's eyes snapped open and she jerked, grasping the bow leaned against her chest. Her dark eyes glinted with pain. The ghost of the whip shattered her world once more and she closed her eyes. Diablo's soft nose brushed against her cheek.