Monday, February 6, 2006

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She continues to run on the rooftops. She ducks down when she reaches the last building. Her eyes scan the horizon searching for something unseen. About three miles away is the beginning to the forest. Where is he? She thinks to herself. Slowly Essouffle reaches down into a small brown leather bag. Her slender fingers delicately touch something metal. She pulls out the small metal penny whistle. She places the whistle to her lips and plays a quick song; the notes flow down into the ally ways. The sweet notes reach the ears of a man. He’s sitting on his motorcycle. His legs are spread out to support the motorcycle. He’s eyelids open to reveal his smoke blue eyes. He’s medium dark brown hair partly covers his eyes. He quickly revs his engine. And pulls out of the city and rides toward the sound of the music. She’s late. He thinks to himself. Essouffle watches a dark figure come towards her. His Bark brown, almost black hair moves softly in the wind. He is wearing a black leather trench coat and a black under shirt. His heads have their usual leather gloves. “Crainte, always the same.” Essouffle mumbles to herself. She times herself carefully. As Crainte speeds past she jumps off the roof and onto the back of his motorcycle.
“It’s been a long time Soufflé. Did you get the information you needed?” Crainte asks Essouffle.
Essouffle nods and says, “It’s been two weeks and you still haven’t changed. Tisk tisk.” Crainte rolls his eyes. Essouffle finally notices that Crainte got his elf ears pierced. She smiles slightly, same old Crainte. Essouffle holds on tighter to Crainte as they speed up. Shoots ring out from the town. Crainte has to swerve his Motorcycle to avoid the exploding cannon balls.
“I hate these guys.” Crainte points out. He speeds up again. This time he doesn’t stop. He just has to constantly move his bike from side to side to keep from getting hit. Essouffle ‘s eyes grow big with the next gunshot. Pain surges through her right shoulder. She screams in pain. “Hang on soufflé. We’re almost there.” Crainte yells as he feels Essouffle start to slip.