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Feel a Fear; When it feels like there's no escape
Topic Started: Jun 14 2011, 10:56 PM (1,818 Views)
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((Tabi Gweneth continued from Maria Graham's Series of Unfortunate Events))

Tabi's chest was still rapidly pounding as her heart struggled to slow itself to a respectable pace. There were many times in St.Paul where she would welcome this sensation with open arms. It had meant that she had gone of a very long skate, or she had danced to her heart's content while on her beloved roller blades. However, as far as she knew they were thousands of miles away from her. There were more important things to worry about anyways, such as the distance between Imraan and where they were now.

It was a dreary place, an area that clearly was once forest. A disturbingly quiet place, with no peeps from any birds nearby, if there were any left on this island anyways. Branches and logs were strewn apart as if a tornado had passed through the area with little regard or remorse for what it had taken away. Finding a balanced place to stand was a struggle as the uneven ground was loose and the debris resembled an obstacle course that she had to navigate.

She took a seat on the carcass of a barkless oak tree and after a few seconds of wheezing, found stale air passing into her lungs. She placed her arms onto her lap and leaned forward, staring down at the ground watching beads of sweat seep over her nose and fall to the ground. Strands of wet hair dangled in the air like string blowing in the wind.

Her entire face felt hot with sticky sweat that had dried over the course of several days. The last time she had bathed was when she soiled herself back on day one, back when she had first met Ivan. Even now with what had happened, she was still embarrassed about it, she blamed it on the cameras. If only she could bathe.

Ivan was holding out as well as she was when Tabi finally lifted her head to look at him. He was gasping as much as Tabi was right now and she could only imagine that his legs were feeling the same tingling sensation that she was feeling right now. His glasses were fogged up with breath and his shirt clung tightly to his chest, causing Tabi to glance down at her own and blush at the same drenched shirt.

"Gotta... get some water in us or something... I think we lost them."

Tabi frowned as Ivan turned to dig into his pack for water. It was true, that when she turned around for the first time when they made it to the woods, Imraan was still nowhere to be found. There was a fear though, that any minute now, Imraan would come out from the trees and attempt to finish what he had started back in the cottage. Was it unlikely? Probably, but that still didn't stop her from choosing to sit facing the woods where the giant would come out of if he was. Ivan has his back to the forest, something that worried Tabi greatly, but for the moment she stayed silent and grabbed her own canteen from her backpack.

"Where... where the fuck did that come from? Back there... you know."

Tabi found herself staring intently at the bottle, taking the opportunity to screw the cap off and on repeatedly.

"Well, he was going to- he was going to kill you. And I mean you've saved me so many times I-"

Her gaze lifted back up to Ivan. Despite her attempts to find better answers, nothing else came to her. Ivan didn't deserve to die, plain and simple and in her haste to stop it, she was able to rescue him.

She opened up the cap one more time and sipped from the bottle. She had wanted to just dump the contents of the container all over her to remove the icky feeling that coated her, but she needed this water it was starting to run low. She sighed and closed the container stuffing it into her backpack.

" I had to do something. So I just did it, you know?"
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Tabi Gweneth leaned back, waiting for Ivan to respond. Words filled her head, clamouring for her to speak them, but never making their way out in the open. She found herself opening and closing her mouth over and over as he stared at his shoes. Ivan looked back up and her lips became sealed.

When she thought about it, Tabi couldn't help but feel like she still owed something to him. He seemed grateful for the fact that she had saved his life, yet it paled in comparisson to what he had done for her. How many times had she almost died? Four times? Five? She had lost count. Every time though, Ivan saved the day. Life went on.

Until the next time she got in trouble. Then it would start all over again.

"U-uh... hey, Tabi..."

Tabi shook her head, clearing away the thoughts that had locked her in catatonia. Ivan was flushed. Why was he flushed? Had he caught her frowning? Was it something else? She couldn't see behind the glasses.

"Tell me... you play any sports back home? Anything?"

Such an odd question. A question that yielded a smile. They never really talked about life at home while on the island. Well, at least her life. She knew that Ivan had a brother, but she had never said anything about her own life. There was never any time.

She folded her hands together and sighed. Home, what was home like for her Mom and Dad right now? Back home they always watched TV together. They would catch the Sunday movie, watch some primetime shows. She had a feeling that they were still watching that TV now. But these days, she doubted that they were watching Grease.

Tabi knew it was better to not worry about what they had thought about what she had done, but it was hard. In the span of ten days she had wet herself, watched Ivan murder Keith, stripped naked (albiet hiding away from Ivan when she did it, which meant one less person out of a million others), been shot at, killed someone, fallen in love with Ivan, watched Maria die in her arms and now save the man she loved from Imraan. In her mind she was a terrible person, she had been a load on Ivan, and when she tried to help others, they died. Even now, Ivan had just barely gotten away, he was almost killed because of her.

"Hey..."


Tabi raised her head up to Ivan's.

"You're not going to like this, but hang onto..."

It was then that Tabi remembered the pistol in Ivan's hands. Its metalic sheen was dull now lacking that brightness that she had always seen in the movies. Was this the gun she had used before? She couldn't remember.

"This. Just... hang onto it in case anything happens, okay?"

Tabi hesitated. She had already fired a gun once, and she didn't want to do it again. What she had already done was terrible and now she was labeled as a killer. She didn't want to be labeled again.

But, she thought about what Ivan had just done. It was a sign of trust, faith in her to keep herself safe, to keep them both safe. She gulped and streached out her arm.

She still owed Ivan...

Taking the gun in her hands, she could feel the sticky sweat on the handle. It felt like an adhesive as she gripped the handle. It was light. She remembered it being heavier once. Or was that her memories playing up on her?

After a few silent minutes of staring she found herself smiling. As if the loadstone around her neck had been lifted. She wouldn't be a damsel in distress now. The two of them could mutually protect each other.

"I uh, didn't join any spo-"

Bang

Ten days on the island had told her what that sound was. It was a gunshot. She didn't feel like she had been hit and thankfully it didn't look like Ivan had either. She stood up and looked straight towards the trees.

Tabi was right. She didn't want to be right.

Appearing from the forrest was the lanky Imraan Al-Hariqq, shotgun in hand. He was moving closer towards them. He was coming into range. They had to get away from him, get away from that gun.

"Run!"

Tabi took Ivan's hand and pulled him up to his feet. She then turned away and ran, trying to find the easiest path to travel amongst the debris of the forest. They had to lose him.
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Tabi found herself glancing behind her for only a second, but to her relief Ivan was following he footsteps. There was no direction to her movements. Just a desire to be anywhere else but here.

Despite her attempts to avoid it, Tabi found herself getting caught by the debris on the ground below her. The cuts stung, but the pain was nothing in comparisson to the sheer complaint coming from her legs. Her legs were straining to keep her going after who knew how many miles.

But there was no way she could stop herself now.

Tabi looked ahead of her and saw that they were climbing up a small hill, on top of it a fallen log. Another glance behind her saw that Ivan was keeping pace. But Imraan wasn't far behind them, his shotgun still in his hands. Turning her head back, she urged herself up the hill and leapt over the fallen oak, momentum being the only thing that propelled her down the small incline.

A loud cry from behind her almost cause her to lose her balance as she stopped. Whiping her head back she saw Ivan laying there on the top of the hill. Tabi's body went cold. Had he been shot? There was no sound of gunfire? Did she miss it?

He was moving still, but was struggling to get on his feet. Tabi heard another boom in the distance, Imraan must have tried to shoot him again.

Tabi's lips curled down, her right hand squeezing the handle of her gun. She turned to her hand and looked at the weapon in her hand and then back to Ivan.

Without a word, she bolted up the hill and up to Ivan's body. He was alive, but Imraan was now closing in to the hill. Gritting her teeth, she pointed her gun out towards him. She just needed to create some distance between them.

She pulled the trigger multiple times. Hearing three little pops that nearly deafened her.

The moment moved fast. Imraan had dived to hide behind another fallen stump. She didn't hit him, and for that she was thankful.

Tabi quickly crouched down, hiding herself from Imraan's view. She turned to Ivan and extended out a hand, which he accepted.

"Come on. We have to get out of here!"
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Tabi nodded in response. She popped her head above the hill for just a second. Imraan was getting on his feet. Their eyes locked upon each other for just a second. The look in Imraan's eyes chilled her with the sheer determination in them. His will silently screamed out to her. He was the predator.

They were prey.

Tabi stepped backwards, lip curling. Without a word, she scrambled down the hill. Ivan already had a head start on her and was already starting to shrink in the distance. Like the beacon he had become, Tabi chased after him.

She found herself ignoring the very logs that had tripped her love up. Tripping over logs, stumbling over small rocks, she was able to maintain her balance, but with each mistep her heart skipped. There was a lack of air in her lungs. She was heaving, pleading for just a small drop so that she could run another five steps.

Tabi was sure she was hearing gunshots from behind her, but it may as well have been white noise to her now. She hadn't been shot, and that was enough for her to reach a second wind. She looked up and saw that she was gaining on Ivan. Her head turned back and she saw that Imraan was still following them, but at a distance. She wanted to smile, they had gotten away again, but there was a fear.

Those eyes...

Tabi's gaze returned to Ivan and to where they were headed. It seemed fimiliar...

She had been there before...

((Tabi Gweneth and Ivan Kuznetsov continued elsewhere))
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