Tabitha felt each scrape left on her pale skin by the sharp leaves as she ran faster into the green. Her feet crushed the little creatures that called the wet, brown ground their home. The sound of his exasperated breathing was barely audible to her but she focused on her hearing and continued running straight ahead. Her heartbeat was well tamed; she was used to the exercise. The epinephrine in her vessels drove her senses and reflexes to their zenith. Tabitha’s eyes widened and her vision sharpened and there was that extra bounce on her heels as she ran through the trees, catching up to him.
With all the power in her limbs, she leaped off the ground and pinned Trevor down. His fingers dug and his legs kicked the soil as he tried to escape Tabitha’s grasps. He spat out the dirt entering his mouth due to all the commotion and gasped for air, feeling his hunter’s hands tighten around his neck and her knee sink further into his spine. His body agitated for what seemed like an eternity to Tabitha. Trevor was a fighter, that much was settled; he screamed wildly and moved his arms and legs to get away. Tabitha thought to herself, how does a little body like Trevor's hold such a powerful bellow? Soon after, she began to dig her fingers into his vocal cords and happily felt the gush of blood exiting his neck and flowing all over the wet earth. Trevor's heartbeat decreased with his shouts until he finally drew his last breath.
Removing her fingers from his motionless throat, Tabitha exhaled slowly, with all the tranquillity the forest was meant to represent. She laid there, on his body, rubbing her legs against his. She sensed their bodies sinking ever so slowly into the chunky mud, but she was trying to inhale his scent before she had to return. Her hands stretched to intertwine her fingers with his, their bodies then creating a star on the brown ground. Tabitha laid there still, just breathing, watching the earth absorb the red water coming out of Trevor. He wasn't that strong after all.
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