The Rage

woods was dropping. Elizabeth was insulated from the cold. She didn't mind the darkness either. Widening, her pupils absorbed microscopic light fragments that were unseen to humans.

was all it was. Her victim was wrenched from his opponent by her as she flung her weight to the side. She pressed hard into his injured arm for good measure, pushing him sprawling on his face in the leaf-covered mud. She then started choking him behind his back. Although her strike had caught him off guard, he was still far from defeated. He retaliated by striking her, reaching for her neck with his strong fist. He poked her windpipe with his thumb. Although her strike had caught him off guard, he was still far from defeated. He retaliated by striking her, reaching for her neck with his strong fist. He poked her windpipe with his thumb. But he outweighed her in strength. She was thrown to the ground as he jerked his shoulders, breaking her grip on him. He suddenly appeared above her, his features twisted in a ferocious animal expression. He slapped her hand away as she growled at him and reached for his eyes with her claws. He intended to murder her. He was by far the stronger person, even when hurt. His lips had pulled back to reveal teeth that had already developed red stains. He was ready to attack like a snake. Then he paused, circling her, and his expression changed. Elizabeth saw the eyes becoming green. The pupils, which had shrunk into ferocious dots, suddenly opened. He was looking down at her as if he had just discovered her. Why was he addressing her in that manner? Why didn't he simply finish it off? The iron hand was releasing her from her shoulder, however. The animal's growl was no longer there. replaced by an expression of surprise and confusion. While assisting her to sit up, he took a seat back and continued to look into her face. He said, "Elizabeth. He had a cracking voice. Is that who I am saying,