Chapter 23

BOOK TWO: A BRUSH WITH DEATH

The blow to Scarlett's cheek came fast and hard. It stung and disoriented her, but not so much that she didn't lose all her sense. She spun to run. Steel fingers dug into her arm and swung her around. The next blow to the side of her head came with a loud crunch. Was that her neck? Her flaming cheek cooled from the tile floor. She couldn't see. Fear saturated her. Her pulse raced. She knew she needed to get up - flee, but her arms and legs wouldn't work. The stench of death coated her nostrils. A low-tone, vehicular hum sounded at a distance. It began to fade along with her pounding pulse. Hmm, thump...hmm, thump......hmm, thump.........hmm, thump............