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aska turned in a frantic circle. His jacket, loosened from the rigors of running, followed in his wake and his hat would have ripped off of his head had he not shoved it so firmly on his head that even his ears ached for oxygen. His face was contorted with confusion and exhaustion as his muscles burned and ached, screaming out for rest. His heart beat so hard in his chest he feared that he would find ribs broken. His skim was clammy and though it was bitterly cold, he was still sweating as if it was the dead of summer and he was on the equator. Gasping for breath he reached out, touching the frozen fog that had descended in the predawn twilight. He almost cried out for her when a crackle from the nearby brush and the familiar panting of she who he sought echoed into his ears.
She collapsed by his side, her knees skidding on the frozen ground. "Nora," he whispered down to her, bending down and cradling her face with his red, frostbitten hands. "I thought I'd lost you."
"No," she struggled to say the word. Her throat was parched and she would have drunk the air had it been liquid. "I just can't keep up," each word was strained, a whisper because she could not summon the strength to speak louder, "we have to slow down."
"We can't," Vaska said, crouching down. In the faraway distance the echo of a dog's bark summoned his immediate attention. "They are getting closer to us and they have dogs, they will smell us. We must go, now Nora. Quickly!" He grabbed her hand, yanked her to her feet, and dragged her along behind him, vowing not to let go lest they get separated a second time.
Their feet slammed heavily onto the ground with each step as they ran for sanctuary. The frozen ground below them reverberated each step back into their bodies, a shockwave of impact with each step that traveled up their legs and into their spines. They could feel every minor detail of the terrain below their feet whether it was the flatness of the low, dead grass or the rocks that made this ground impossible to dig in without heavy machinery. They'd run now for eight kilometers, having spent the night running and running and running, seeking sanctuary. It had been difficult in the night for though their eyes had adjusted to the utter darkness, they could not move quickly enough to gain distance on their pursuers. They managed only to keep the distance the same but the dogs were new. They hadn't heard dogs before, or maybe the dogs were there and they were too focused, it was impossible to revisit the past now.
With daybreak only minutes away they had the opportunity to gain distance, to run quickly, to drain what little reserves of energy they still had left within themselves. The dogs would come for them, smell them, hunt them through the frozen fog that covered everything as far as the eye could see. Vaska dragged Nora behind him, secretly hoping that the frozen fog would screw with the dogs' noses but being a teenager his knowledge wasn't the kind of knowledge he needed for a situation such as this. "Hurry Nora," he said behind him as he could feel Nora slowing down, dragging him away from his goal of escape.
"I can't," she panted. "I just can't, I'm going to throw up," like before, each word came out with difficulty.
"Then throw up but we cannot stop. We must keep…" And she began to dry heave but neither of them had anything to eat in hours so their stomachs were empty. Conversely, they'd had nothing to drink either and dehydration weakened them faster with each step they took. He stopped, what choice did he have? Down she fell to the ground on her hands and knees, heaving on the ground. Vaska crouched down by her, held her long, straight, blonde hair and put his cold hand on the back of her neck. It was a shock to her body and he whispered into her ear, "It's okay Nora but we have to keep going. If they find us we will be killed."
"We shouldn't have come here," she said between the reflexive waves of a diaphragm struggling to do what the brain commanded.
"No, we shouldn't have but we are here. It's time to…wait…" He listened. A sound carried in the chilled air, a sound that was unmistakably manmade. He stood, looking in all four directions, sweeping around to listen. "There!" He spotted something in the faraway distance, a black shape that showed movement. "We are saved! Come we have to go," and with incredible strength, Vaska lifted Nora and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He summoned what little strength he had left in him and darted away, running towards the distant black object. Its noise was a beacon of hope to him as he moved quickly, much quickly then he had been only minutes earlier. The spectre of hope and life had given him a second wind and with adrenaline fueling his body, he gave it one final go.
Meters upon meters passed beneath his feet as Nora flopped on his shoulder, conscious but exhausted, her stomach fighting the instability of Vaska's running with the nausea she was feeling. Each step Vaska took hurt more and more and the crescendo of pain would have caused her to cry, had she been hydrated enough to do such a thing. "There! It is a train!" He shouted to her as he could see the shape of the train take definitive form. It was barely four hundred meters away now and turning away from him, moving quickly but not quickly enough. He'd never catch it if he missed it but he knew that he could get within its pass, grab on, hoist himself onto a car, and there find safety and escape.
Two and a half minutes it took him to reach the tracks, just as the freight train was passing the midway point. Keeping his pace, for fear of losing the one and only opportunity he had, Vaska darted forward, up the small rise to the side of the train where a fuel car was passing by, "In here!" He shouted as he reached out, grabbed onto the handle of the passing train, and leapt off of the ground to grab the step at the back of the car. Though it was a success, and he didn't know it yet, he'd done major damage to his shoulder and his ankle by jumping onto a moving train but here he was, on the train, spiriting to safety. "Hold onto me tight!" He yelled to Nora as he let go of her right arm and reached up with his other hand to grab the handle. She reached underneath his armpit and was secure, for now.
He hoisted his dragging foot off of the ground and onto the fuel car's step, feeling the weight of Nora on his now fractured, left ankle. He pulled with a grunt and climbed to the next step before working his way underneath the cylinder on the car where a latticed metal protected the fuel cylinder from debris. There was little room to climb under and Vaska had to face the prospect of getting Nora off of his shoulder. He released his right hand from the handle and reach up to her waist. "I'm not going to let you go," he shouted over the roar of the freight train beneath and around them. "You have to climb under there, you see?"
"I see," she said, having gained some form of strength in the last sixty seconds.
"Can you do it?"
"I can do it," she said and he held onto her waist while she pivoted herself on his shoulders. The train lurched and she nearly fell but Vaska held tightly, feeling the lurch before she could scream in fear.
"I have you but you must go now," he said and she tried again, reaching out to grab a hold of a rung on the fuel car's cylinder, which was just one rung of a ladder that allowed workers access to the openings atop the cylinder. The train lurched again and she lost her grip this time, sliding downward as only one hand - her left- held the rung. She screamed again but Vaska held tightly, stretching to the limit of his body's flexibility. "Grab on!"
"I can't!"
"Grab on, reach up, I have you," Nora shook her head and felt her left hand slipping. "Hurry you'll fall," pleased Vaska and just before she did, she reached up with her right hand and secured herself on the rung. "Good," he yelled encouragement, afraid that he could not hold onto her any longer. She needed to get to safety quickly, another one of those incidents and she would surely fall. "Now put your foot on the," she secured her footing before he could instruct and that was good, she was thinking now. Nora had the best balance of any girl he knew and it made sense that she did, her sport of choice was gymnastics but gymnastics and jumping onto a moving train were two very different applications of balance.
"Okay, I'm going to go under, hold me," Vaska didn't reply for he was stretching as far as he could, barely holding onto the fuel car himself. He summoned more strength within him, strength he didn't know he had and stretched a few more centimeters, holding the handle with just the tips of his fingers. He pressed his body forward and held onto her waist as she moved her feet and slipped underneath the fuel cylinder, landing with a crunch onto the lattice work that protected the bottom of the cylinder. "Your turn," she yelled as Vaska pushed off of the fuel car's chassis to resituate himself on the steps.
"Okay," he said as he lifted himself up, grabbed the rungs, and immediately slipped. His dislocated left shoulder surged with blinding pain but yet he held tight with his right hand. He screamed in pain and anguish as he pulled up with his right arm to get himself at least able to move his feet off of the ladder and onto the chassis. His ankle didn't hurt yet, his adrenaline was still forcing the pain receptors there to be quiet. Then, with considerable effort, he climbed under to meet Nora, crashing down atop her as the fuel car lurched again. His shoulder called out in pain again and he rolled over onto his back, a stupid move for though the lattice work held, it dug into him.
Minutes passed as both lay there, next to one another limbs entangled. Catching their breath they said nothing, they just took solace in the fact that they weren't running, that whatever was chasing them couldn't find them, that the dogs would lead the pursuers to the tracks and no further. He only hoped they could get far enough away by then though truth be told Vaska had no clue where they were going whatsoever…
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She collapsed by his side, her knees skidding on the frozen ground. "Nora," he whispered down to her, bending down and cradling her face with his red, frostbitten hands. "I thought I'd lost you."
"No," she struggled to say the word. Her throat was parched and she would have drunk the air had it been liquid. "I just can't keep up," each word was strained, a whisper because she could not summon the strength to speak louder, "we have to slow down."
"We can't," Vaska said, crouching down. In the faraway distance the echo of a dog's bark summoned his immediate attention. "They are getting closer to us and they have dogs, they will smell us. We must go, now Nora. Quickly!" He grabbed her hand, yanked her to her feet, and dragged her along behind him, vowing not to let go lest they get separated a second time.
Their feet slammed heavily onto the ground with each step as they ran for sanctuary. The frozen ground below them reverberated each step back into their bodies, a shockwave of impact with each step that traveled up their legs and into their spines. They could feel every minor detail of the terrain below their feet whether it was the flatness of the low, dead grass or the rocks that made this ground impossible to dig in without heavy machinery. They'd run now for eight kilometers, having spent the night running and running and running, seeking sanctuary. It had been difficult in the night for though their eyes had adjusted to the utter darkness, they could not move quickly enough to gain distance on their pursuers. They managed only to keep the distance the same but the dogs were new. They hadn't heard dogs before, or maybe the dogs were there and they were too focused, it was impossible to revisit the past now.
With daybreak only minutes away they had the opportunity to gain distance, to run quickly, to drain what little reserves of energy they still had left within themselves. The dogs would come for them, smell them, hunt them through the frozen fog that covered everything as far as the eye could see. Vaska dragged Nora behind him, secretly hoping that the frozen fog would screw with the dogs' noses but being a teenager his knowledge wasn't the kind of knowledge he needed for a situation such as this. "Hurry Nora," he said behind him as he could feel Nora slowing down, dragging him away from his goal of escape.
"I can't," she panted. "I just can't, I'm going to throw up," like before, each word came out with difficulty.
"Then throw up but we cannot stop. We must keep…" And she began to dry heave but neither of them had anything to eat in hours so their stomachs were empty. Conversely, they'd had nothing to drink either and dehydration weakened them faster with each step they took. He stopped, what choice did he have? Down she fell to the ground on her hands and knees, heaving on the ground. Vaska crouched down by her, held her long, straight, blonde hair and put his cold hand on the back of her neck. It was a shock to her body and he whispered into her ear, "It's okay Nora but we have to keep going. If they find us we will be killed."
"We shouldn't have come here," she said between the reflexive waves of a diaphragm struggling to do what the brain commanded.
"No, we shouldn't have but we are here. It's time to…wait…" He listened. A sound carried in the chilled air, a sound that was unmistakably manmade. He stood, looking in all four directions, sweeping around to listen. "There!" He spotted something in the faraway distance, a black shape that showed movement. "We are saved! Come we have to go," and with incredible strength, Vaska lifted Nora and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He summoned what little strength he had left in him and darted away, running towards the distant black object. Its noise was a beacon of hope to him as he moved quickly, much quickly then he had been only minutes earlier. The spectre of hope and life had given him a second wind and with adrenaline fueling his body, he gave it one final go.
Meters upon meters passed beneath his feet as Nora flopped on his shoulder, conscious but exhausted, her stomach fighting the instability of Vaska's running with the nausea she was feeling. Each step Vaska took hurt more and more and the crescendo of pain would have caused her to cry, had she been hydrated enough to do such a thing. "There! It is a train!" He shouted to her as he could see the shape of the train take definitive form. It was barely four hundred meters away now and turning away from him, moving quickly but not quickly enough. He'd never catch it if he missed it but he knew that he could get within its pass, grab on, hoist himself onto a car, and there find safety and escape.
Two and a half minutes it took him to reach the tracks, just as the freight train was passing the midway point. Keeping his pace, for fear of losing the one and only opportunity he had, Vaska darted forward, up the small rise to the side of the train where a fuel car was passing by, "In here!" He shouted as he reached out, grabbed onto the handle of the passing train, and leapt off of the ground to grab the step at the back of the car. Though it was a success, and he didn't know it yet, he'd done major damage to his shoulder and his ankle by jumping onto a moving train but here he was, on the train, spiriting to safety. "Hold onto me tight!" He yelled to Nora as he let go of her right arm and reached up with his other hand to grab the handle. She reached underneath his armpit and was secure, for now.
He hoisted his dragging foot off of the ground and onto the fuel car's step, feeling the weight of Nora on his now fractured, left ankle. He pulled with a grunt and climbed to the next step before working his way underneath the cylinder on the car where a latticed metal protected the fuel cylinder from debris. There was little room to climb under and Vaska had to face the prospect of getting Nora off of his shoulder. He released his right hand from the handle and reach up to her waist. "I'm not going to let you go," he shouted over the roar of the freight train beneath and around them. "You have to climb under there, you see?"
"I see," she said, having gained some form of strength in the last sixty seconds.
"Can you do it?"
"I can do it," she said and he held onto her waist while she pivoted herself on his shoulders. The train lurched and she nearly fell but Vaska held tightly, feeling the lurch before she could scream in fear.
"I have you but you must go now," he said and she tried again, reaching out to grab a hold of a rung on the fuel car's cylinder, which was just one rung of a ladder that allowed workers access to the openings atop the cylinder. The train lurched again and she lost her grip this time, sliding downward as only one hand - her left- held the rung. She screamed again but Vaska held tightly, stretching to the limit of his body's flexibility. "Grab on!"
"I can't!"
"Grab on, reach up, I have you," Nora shook her head and felt her left hand slipping. "Hurry you'll fall," pleased Vaska and just before she did, she reached up with her right hand and secured herself on the rung. "Good," he yelled encouragement, afraid that he could not hold onto her any longer. She needed to get to safety quickly, another one of those incidents and she would surely fall. "Now put your foot on the," she secured her footing before he could instruct and that was good, she was thinking now. Nora had the best balance of any girl he knew and it made sense that she did, her sport of choice was gymnastics but gymnastics and jumping onto a moving train were two very different applications of balance.
"Okay, I'm going to go under, hold me," Vaska didn't reply for he was stretching as far as he could, barely holding onto the fuel car himself. He summoned more strength within him, strength he didn't know he had and stretched a few more centimeters, holding the handle with just the tips of his fingers. He pressed his body forward and held onto her waist as she moved her feet and slipped underneath the fuel cylinder, landing with a crunch onto the lattice work that protected the bottom of the cylinder. "Your turn," she yelled as Vaska pushed off of the fuel car's chassis to resituate himself on the steps.
"Okay," he said as he lifted himself up, grabbed the rungs, and immediately slipped. His dislocated left shoulder surged with blinding pain but yet he held tight with his right hand. He screamed in pain and anguish as he pulled up with his right arm to get himself at least able to move his feet off of the ladder and onto the chassis. His ankle didn't hurt yet, his adrenaline was still forcing the pain receptors there to be quiet. Then, with considerable effort, he climbed under to meet Nora, crashing down atop her as the fuel car lurched again. His shoulder called out in pain again and he rolled over onto his back, a stupid move for though the lattice work held, it dug into him.
Minutes passed as both lay there, next to one another limbs entangled. Catching their breath they said nothing, they just took solace in the fact that they weren't running, that whatever was chasing them couldn't find them, that the dogs would lead the pursuers to the tracks and no further. He only hoped they could get far enough away by then though truth be told Vaska had no clue where they were going whatsoever…
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