Action, Reaction → Rhys and Marshall
Tagging: Rhys Zimmerman and Marshall Fischer
Location: Shoreline and desert
Time: Midday
Notes: Rhys finds Marshall on the shoreline, and she acts first, thinks later.
Extra Notes:
MARSHALL FISCHER:
It was gritty and hot beneath her, but cool - almost cold - water came and then receded at her feet. For what felt like a few minutes, this was all Marshall felt. She didn’t think. She only felt. But when the quiet thudding sound of feet resounded in her ears, Marshall was suddenly aware of much more. Fully conscious, she listened as the footsteps grew closer, staying completely still, keeping her breathing even. Marshall felt their shadow fall over her, and their heavy breathing. Until she felt the coolness of their shadow, she hadn’t realized just how hot it was. But that thought flashed away from her when she realized that she was fully, entirely naked.
She nearly gasped, and her muscles tightened. She prayed that the person over her might at least be female, but at the grunt she heard, she knew that it was a male. Her heart was suddenly racing, any semblance of calm she had had now shattered. There was a man standing over her, and she had nothing to cover herself with. She felt that at any moment, he could begin to hurt her. She had never been more vulnerable, and had to quell her own trembling as she thought of her previous night in the alleyway.
‘I have to get away. I can’t let him hurt me.’ She gathered her wits and came up with a plan, going with whatever came to her first. Once she had her plan, Marshall calmed herself, took a breath only slightly deeper than the others, and judged where the man was standing. Once she had that done, she waited a few more moments. And then, as quickly and as hard as she could, she curled her hand into a fist and punched the man in the jaw. Eyes open, she hardly spared and single moment to glance at the man before she took off running into what she now knew must be a desert.
The sand was hot under her feet, the sun bearing down on her pale flesh. Marshall’s mind raced to figure out where she was, why she was there, and how she got there, but there were no answers. Eventually, the constant running grew to take over her mind, and she willingly let these questions go, paying attention only to the sound of her own fast, heavy breathing.