I'm running almost before I'm conscious of it. I don't sleep well, always, and tonight I'm grateful. I'm not sure what I heard, exactly, but I know that it sounded violent and I know exactly where it came from.
I stop, barefooted, shieldless, wearing only the cotton pajama trousers I went to bed in. Not ideal for a combat situation, but all I find is... Jason, lying on the ground at the end of a long rut he apparently drew with his whole body. What should be one wall of the hut is ore of a gaping, broken hole.
There's no one else here. I know that instinctively, and after I scan the treeline, listen closely, I'm positive. Unless we were suddenly gifted with a cadre of ninjas, we're alone.
"Jason," I say, dropping down to one knee, hand going carefully to his shoulder but not moving him, "can you hear me, son?"
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Date: 2011-09-14 12:56 pm (UTC)I stop, barefooted, shieldless, wearing only the cotton pajama trousers I went to bed in. Not ideal for a combat situation, but all I find is... Jason, lying on the ground at the end of a long rut he apparently drew with his whole body. What should be one wall of the hut is ore of a gaping, broken hole.
There's no one else here. I know that instinctively, and after I scan the treeline, listen closely, I'm positive. Unless we were suddenly gifted with a cadre of ninjas, we're alone.
"Jason," I say, dropping down to one knee, hand going carefully to his shoulder but not moving him, "can you hear me, son?"