Fictober, Prompt 22 – “We could have a chance.”
Warnings: pursuit, implied creepy things. Urban fantasy.
Our footsteps pounded down the alley, echoing too loudly from the old brick walls. There was no way we could avoid pursuit, but my heart sped even faster than the exertion at the thought of the noise giving us away. We had gained a small lead, at least.
Cass skidded to a halt ahead of me as we neared the end of the alley. The buildings gave way here to the street and then the river and dam beyond. I stopped also, and we panted for a moment, staring at the open space ahead.
That was not safe either.
This was a small town, though, not a city with plenty of tall buildings and potential hiding places in between.
Behind us, the sounds of pursuit echoed suddenly loud down the narrow way.
Cass’s head jerked around, eyes wide with terror. I didn’t look, my eyes stuck on the river.
The river. The bridge.
“We could have a chance,” I said quickly, hearing Cass draw in a ragged breath. I would have to take a chance of my own, but I could accept that. “We have to get to the bridge.”
Crossing the open space would leave us vulnerable, but as I began to let my other senses stretch, I thought that most of the pursuit was behind us, fast approaching.
Cass nodded, and I said, “Go!”
We both took off again, breath just barely under control from our last sprint. Human shouts and footsteps mingled with other, less identifiable noises behind us, but they hadn’t been expecting us to make a break for it.
The bridge, I thought, willing us both to have enough energy. The bridge.Continue reading