Crystal Butterflies pt 2

February 06, 2010

A small taster from another chapter of Crystal Butterflies. . . .


Scooger feels the cold seeping into his body as he lies motionless against the concrete of the street. Being motionless for an unknown amount of time starts to mess with even the strongest of minds as the temperature drops. Most of the pack lay hidden amongst the rubble and debris strewn from the day’s earlier battle. Included with the debris are the bodies of the slain. Since the running fight and the coming of night, no one dared to collect the bodies. So, in their death, they provided the perfect cover for Scooger and his warriors as long as everyone held their nerve and didn’t move at the wrong time. A slip from one of the pack would tip the enemy and it would be a quick bloody fight for Scooger’s pack as they started from a prone position surrounded by enemies.
Scooger watches as the first of the enemy scouts quietly slips by. The enemy is careful of their footing, hoping to get close enough to finish the scouting and then attack the barricade unaware. A foot passes a hair’s breathe from Scooger’s face. The sound of Scooger’s breathe and heart pound in his ears surely loud enough to be heard by the scout. The foot lifts and moves forward. Scooger waits to feel the sharp stab of iron in his back meaning the end, but moments pass without it.
The barricade is behind Scooger. So it comes as a surprise when the first shouts of alarm are raised by Samuel. The enemy scouts had gotten a little to close and the defenders now knew they were there. The enemy scouts raised a cry of their own. Scooger resists the temptation to turn his head. If anyone noticed supposed corpses turning and moving, it would blow the ambush.
Suddenly, a full pack of the enemy begin running down the street towards the barricade. A second pack turns round the corner followed by a third pack. Not a simple raid, the 3083 is intent on capturing the building. Scooger can only watch as hundreds of people run screaming by. They avoid the bodies strewn in the street. A small sigh of relief floods into Scoogers body for small miracles. Scooger’s pack of scouts numbering a hundred with Samuel’s detachment were now outnumbered almost four to one. Scooger watched the last of the enemy packs stream by him towards the barricade.