Hybrids

What the fck are you doing? Get them! -Keep running Their hands are sweaty and struggling to keep a firm grip. The night air is cool. After running for so long, Nyx starts feeling the sharpness of every inhale. Her chest rises and falls at a fast pace as she tries to catch her breath. She can feel the beating of her heart becoming erratic and intense. There is no time to rest, for she knows that if she stops for only a second, they could catch up. -Please slow down a little! I don't know if I can do this much longer! Her sister, Mila kept begging. She is feeling groggy and desperate to catch a break. But they couldn't stop, their lives depended on it. Nyx could hear multiple footsteps, screams geared to incite fear, but she would not allow this to make her falter. She only had one thing on her mind, to keep Mila safe. Mila was her world. Her only treasure, and she would not give her up without a fight. They'd have to take her out of her dead cold hands. The ground was uneven, dirt, gravel, and trees were the only things they could see. Branches would block the way and hit Nyx, cutting her occasionally. She kept Mila held tightly by her hand and almost fully tucked behind her. Her eyes allowed her to see at night, but all she saw was more of the forest, not a road, nor a light in sight. After running for so long, Mila couldn't continue. She had been given a sedative before Nyx grabbed her to flee. Mila's calves felt heavy, they burned and buckled under her. As she collapsed, Nyx picked her up. It was then that Nyx noticed that everything was almost silent, except for their panting. No other thing could be heard. This gave her some relief as she realized that they had some distance between those who chased them. The sweat on her forehead dripped down her face, her chest and back were also dripping from sweat, it was a welcome comfort as the breeze hit her body and refreshed her. It had been so long, Nyx could feel the thirst, the hunger, and the burning pain it caused in her body, which was aggravated by her level of exhaustion. -Just a little longer... Nyx thought to herself as she ran and carried Mila on her back. It was faint, but suddenly, she could see some dim lights. She could hear faint sounds. She used what she had left of her strength to run towards that. It was the glimmer of hope that she needed. It was, hopefully, the beginning of what they desperately longed for.