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Him.
She’s nervous. I can sense it. With face crushed onto the dirt of the arid ground, I try desperately to obey my other senses and listen to them as well as I can. A warm current of blood streams pleasantly from my right arm and when I feel her eyes looking towards it, I hear a just audible gasp.
As her hesitant footsteps spin her web closer, an electrical bolt spins around me until I’m almost shaking with adrenalin. I can’t believe them. I can’t believe my luck. Here I am, thinking that my student would be like the others – old and experienced in our ways – when in actual fact I’ve gotten a girl! A new girl, an untouched girl. A terribly, terribly human girl.
A grinding begins in the pit of my stomach which turns a resolute dizziness on in my head. I know I have to teach her. She knows nothing. She’s naïve. They obviously gave me the girl because they knew I was capable of her. I close my eyes against the gravelly dirt as she takes another breathless step closer.
Her breaths come quick and light. She’s nervous.
I force my breathing to a still, thoughts chasing themselves in my mind.
What if I teach her well enough? What if she becomes good enough to be my partner?
I strike those thoughts down with a strange arrogance. It won’t work like that. She’ll be assigned to an equal by the leaders. I’ll have nothing to say about it. The thought burns.
Another footstep draws her closer to me and my thoughts cease abruptly as I sense her hand drawing to my shoulder blade.
She pokes it with a shaking hand and when I don’t move, she takes a deep, slow, reassuring breath. When she touches me next, I have to actually force myself to hold on to my focus and not move. Her touch is like water.
Her hand finally gains the courage to grip hold of my shoulder.
She still doesn’t speak.
With a quick internal argument about it being the right time, I make a convincing groan and push myself up with my good arm.
She jumps back, startled but doesn’t run, remaining where she is, curious.
I stare at her as she takes me in.
She’s younger than I had first thought. Her hair is a dark blonde and her obviously tanned skin shows that she hasn’t lived here for long. She’s very slim in the moonlight, her silhouette taking up less space than a young tree. Her feet are bare and covered in the sandy dirt of the ground which strangely intrigues me.
Her eyes are as blue as they come. They shock me, which is unusual. They are big and surrounded by long lashes. They are the colour of a Mediterranean sea. They sparkle in the moonlight – a distinct laughter behind her fearful curiosity.
She speaks first, breaking the silence that echoes throughout the landscapes. “What happened?”
Her voice is like music.
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. Rats! Anywho! This is good although I like the other one a little better because of the intensity and suspense, this one is just simple plot line, moving the plot line forward which is good and obviously necessary. I actually encourage you to write longer "parts" or "chapters". It would incorporate more suspense and intensity in my personal opinion but thats just me. So far this is good because of the mystery around "him" and the entire mystery around the entire story and background that still remains in your writing, I do hope you might clarify it soon yes? Anywho!!! Keep up the good work!!!!
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