TRINITY STOOD FROZEN IN PLACE, the Tracker towering over her. It was at least ten foot tall, standing on its back legs. Her breath came in short gasps, hands trembling at her sides. She should have picked up another stick. It wouldn’t have been much but it would have been something. The Guards hollered in the distance, closer now. A minute ago they were her enemy; now, they were her only chance to survive. One of the Tracker’s ears tipped back toward the sound, but its yellow eyes never left her.
All of a sudden, her lungs expanded and she opened her mouth to scream. The Tracker flew forward. Its large paw capturing her around the throat, stopping all sound as the long claws scraped her neck. It spun her around, yanking her back flush against its furry front.
“Shhhh,” it whispered in her ear.
It loosened its grip and she gasped for air. The Tracker flung her over its shoulder as it raced parallel to the rock wall. After several moments it stopped and flipped her as if she weighed less than a twig. She ended up resting on its back with her face near its neck. The creature shifted under her, dropping to all fours and crouching, muscles tensed.
“Hold on,” it ordered as it leapt upward, climbing the rock wall.
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around its neck to keep from falling. It had retracted its claws and used its fingers to find small imperfections in the stone. If she let go, she’d fall to her death. If she held on, she’d be eaten alive when they reached their destination. The ground dropped farther and farther away. Her stomach flipped. She tightened her grip on the creature and squeezed her eyes shut. She’d worry about being dinner later. Right now, she’d concentrate on not falling.
They stopped moving. The Tracker, once again, stood on its back legs. She kept her arms tight around the creature, refusing to open her eyes or move. It couldn’t kill her if she were attached to its back, right? It was a stupid plan but for the moment it was the only one she had. It rolled its shoulders, trying to dislodge her. She readjusted her grip. The Tracker yanked her off its back. She cringed, keeping her eyes shut. This was it, the end. Maybe, she should have dropped to the ground. It might have been less painful than being torn apart.
YA Fantasy, horror
Date Published: December 26 2014
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About the Author
L. S. O’Dea grew up the youngest of seven in a family that uses teasing and tricks as an indication of love (or at least that’s what she tells herself). Being five years younger than her closest sibling often made her the unwilling entertainment for her brothers and sisters.
Before she started kindergarten her brothers taught her how to spell her first and middle name—Linda Sue. She was so proud she ran into the kitchen to tell her mother. She stood tall and recited the letters of her name: L-E-M-O-N H-E-A-D.
Perhaps, she has her siblings to thank for the demons that whisper through her mind and help to create these dark and demented stories.