They weren’t entirely still, though; the edges of clothes rippled in the current of the water, and the blood that poured from open wounds still ghosted through the water, forming a scarlet fog around each of the injured.
He wasn’t supposed to be here, he thought frantically, staring around this blue prison, but as he tried to swim faster, the water seemed to get thicker, holding him back. Then ahead on the street, he saw Justine, running freely, at full-speed, lifting up her skirts to free her feet, hair streaming behind her. Like in all his other dreams, she was running away from him.
“Justine!” he tried to yell, but all that came out was a stream of bubbles.
He squinted through the cerulean gloom and saw she was running towards a figure at the end of the street. Suddenly the water disappeared and he plummeted down, landing on his bad leg, and his cry of pain was like a trigger to start the battle again, as the still figurines around him suddenly came to life, and the battle raged once more. Lucas scrambled to his feet, stumbling once when his leg gave way, and tried to chase her, but his way was blocked by the chaotic fray. A Kandarin barbarian with horns on his helmet and a bushy red beard filled his vision and he saw a club fly out of the sky, felt it crunch into his helmet, and then the world went black.
Lucas woke on the floor, with medics surrounding him, who carefully hoisted him back onto the table. He was aware of a great commotion all around him, of cheers and shouts of triumph. “What’s happened?” he mumbled.
“You were out a long time, kid,” the medic from before said, smiling, as he checked the bandages on Lucas’ leg. “Night passed, and the fighting continued, but come dawn, we began to take control of our streets again. It’s near to midday now. And the Kandarins sent a white flag about an hour ago. They’ve surrendered the city, and they wawant to retreat. We’re clearing the rest of them out as we speak. It's over."
19-Aug-2009 22:02:33