at first, as she didn’t want it to make a sound yet. He was lying. If his first move was to try to run her down, he still wanted her dead even if she made the trade.
He stepped into a valley between two smaller knee-high rocks. He looked at her trail, and then stepped forward.
Anika gave the rock an extra burst of speed with all her upper body strength. The rope made a whooping sound, and she aimed it right at his head.
He glanced over, at that moment, sensing the movement out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t quick enough to block her attack, but he instinctively pulled the gun up to aim at her. The large rock just grazed his head and smacked into his gun hand.
“Fuck.” He fired, the bullet kicking up dirt and rock, but the impact knocked the gun out of his hands.
Anika yanked the bloody rock back to her, swung it under her arm, and spun it twice around her head and then let it go again.
He’d instinctively stooped to try and pick the gun up, but now raised his cracked, bloodied hand to block the rock arcing toward his head. He only partially managed that; it hit him hard in the temple, staggering him back.
Anika yanked on the rope, retrieving the rock for another go, but now he charged her. There was blood in his right eye, so it was a clumsy tackle, but when he collided it knocked the air out of her.
She gasped, but didn’t spend any energy trying to fend him off. She could hear the words shitshitshitshit being hissed, and she wasn’t sure if they were in her head or if she was saying them out loud. He punched her in the gut, forcing her to try to double up, but she couldn’t. His weight kept her pinned down, the rocks digging into her back, her ribs creaking from the weight. His hot breath filled the air around her as they grunted and struggled.
Anika freed her arms as he repositioned himself astride her to strike again and swiftly wrapped the paracord twice around his neck, got it looped three times around her hands, and pulled as hard as she could.
His eyes bugged out and he reared back, trying to pull at the thin, slippery cord as she choked him. The bloody rock tied to the one end dangled and slapped her arm as he struggled.
He bucked back again, so hard and far that he lifted her upper body off the rock as she gripped the paracord for all her life.
Then he stopped trying to pull the rope off and fixated on her. He threw her back down against the rock, smacking the back of her head against it.
She didn’t let go. He punched her sides, but lying on top of her, he couldn’t get much of a swing in. It hurt, fuck it hurt, but she was still choking him, and the punches got weaker.
Then he rolled off her, throwing himself around to try to break her wrists free of the rope.
Anika wasn’t having it. As battered as she was, she understood deep down that only one of them was walking away from this encounter. And the only way for it to be her, was for her to keep the cord wrapped around his throat.
He was dragging her along the rock as he tried to pull free, and she managed to get on his back, pulling on the rope from behind like she was a jockey.
For the first time she could take a full breath.
Her sight returned, and she felt dizzy. But she pulled even harder on the rope. They toppled over together.
They were lying side by side in the dirt, moss, and scree, like spooning lovers. She had her knee in the small of his back, pushing herself out away from him, her rope-knotted hands just behind his neck, her triceps straining from pulling so hard. Blood stained the sides of the rope and skin peeled off her palms.
It was as if she were trying to pull the rope through his neck.
The man had one last burst of energy in him. He stood up again, yanking Anika along with him on his back. He staggered toward a rock, then spun and threw his back, and Anika, at it with all his strength.
Pain burst through her spine and up her skull, and she screamed but held on, wrapping her legs around his waist and
He stepped into a valley between two smaller knee-high rocks. He looked at her trail, and then stepped forward.
Anika gave the rock an extra burst of speed with all her upper body strength. The rope made a whooping sound, and she aimed it right at his head.
He glanced over, at that moment, sensing the movement out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t quick enough to block her attack, but he instinctively pulled the gun up to aim at her. The large rock just grazed his head and smacked into his gun hand.
“Fuck.” He fired, the bullet kicking up dirt and rock, but the impact knocked the gun out of his hands.
Anika yanked the bloody rock back to her, swung it under her arm, and spun it twice around her head and then let it go again.
He’d instinctively stooped to try and pick the gun up, but now raised his cracked, bloodied hand to block the rock arcing toward his head. He only partially managed that; it hit him hard in the temple, staggering him back.
Anika yanked on the rope, retrieving the rock for another go, but now he charged her. There was blood in his right eye, so it was a clumsy tackle, but when he collided it knocked the air out of her.
She gasped, but didn’t spend any energy trying to fend him off. She could hear the words shitshitshitshit being hissed, and she wasn’t sure if they were in her head or if she was saying them out loud. He punched her in the gut, forcing her to try to double up, but she couldn’t. His weight kept her pinned down, the rocks digging into her back, her ribs creaking from the weight. His hot breath filled the air around her as they grunted and struggled.
Anika freed her arms as he repositioned himself astride her to strike again and swiftly wrapped the paracord twice around his neck, got it looped three times around her hands, and pulled as hard as she could.
His eyes bugged out and he reared back, trying to pull at the thin, slippery cord as she choked him. The bloody rock tied to the one end dangled and slapped her arm as he struggled.
He bucked back again, so hard and far that he lifted her upper body off the rock as she gripped the paracord for all her life.
Then he stopped trying to pull the rope off and fixated on her. He threw her back down against the rock, smacking the back of her head against it.
She didn’t let go. He punched her sides, but lying on top of her, he couldn’t get much of a swing in. It hurt, fuck it hurt, but she was still choking him, and the punches got weaker.
Then he rolled off her, throwing himself around to try to break her wrists free of the rope.
Anika wasn’t having it. As battered as she was, she understood deep down that only one of them was walking away from this encounter. And the only way for it to be her, was for her to keep the cord wrapped around his throat.
He was dragging her along the rock as he tried to pull free, and she managed to get on his back, pulling on the rope from behind like she was a jockey.
For the first time she could take a full breath.
Her sight returned, and she felt dizzy. But she pulled even harder on the rope. They toppled over together.
They were lying side by side in the dirt, moss, and scree, like spooning lovers. She had her knee in the small of his back, pushing herself out away from him, her rope-knotted hands just behind his neck, her triceps straining from pulling so hard. Blood stained the sides of the rope and skin peeled off her palms.
It was as if she were trying to pull the rope through his neck.
The man had one last burst of energy in him. He stood up again, yanking Anika along with him on his back. He staggered toward a rock, then spun and threw his back, and Anika, at it with all his strength.
Pain burst through her spine and up her skull, and she screamed but held on, wrapping her legs around his waist and
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