... if not... then, well... you have some issues.
It's a little bit of a cliffy. But let me know what you think!
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Grissom kept running as fast as he could, addrenaline coursing throughout every inch of his body. Sara must have been leading him to her... her, body. Grissom cringed internally at the use of the word, but kept reminding himself that she was okay. Well maybe she wasn't exactally "okay." But, she was alive, and that's all that was important to him.
But, as Sara was much more fit than he was, as well as her legs being much longer, he soon fell behind, though still following her every turn throughout the thick forest. He never let her out of his sight, and he wouldn't again until this nightmare was over. Catching quick glances of the surrounding foliage as he sped by, something felt... odd. Grissom knew he had been here before; the area looked vaguely familiar to him. Yet, he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
He kept on running, while dodging branches that were too low to the ground, and jumping over old, rotten, fallen trees. He even almost lost his footing a couple of times through the endless shrubbery, yet he kept on running, following Sara as best as he could, trying to stay as close to her as possible. Not even daring to have her escape his sight again; no, when he had just previously lost track of her, he had immediately expected the worst. What he had felt during those moments was pure agony. Although, he was soon stopped dead in his tracks.
Grissom realized that he had not been here physically; oh no, of course not. The situation got a little more unreal with every hour that passed. Making it harder for him to believe, though at the same time easier to understand as well. In these past couple days, Grissom had learned to accept things that might seem, even the slightest bit, out of the ordinary.
Such as, having your fiancee, who seems to be the either the unluckiest person alive considering all that has happened to her in her lifetime or is the luckiest person alive for still overcoming it all, become missing; but it doesn't end there, oh no. But also, having her undead "spirit" follow you around until you start seeing it, deeming yourself either crazy or you just can't believe what was going on; any normal person including themselves in that first category. And then following her "spirit" throughout some strange forest...
Yes, for Grissom, believing things that seem out of the ordinary was beginning to be an everyday occurence.
Heck, at that moment, if a purple unicorn came flying down out of the sky with a monkey in a hat on it's back, telling Grissom to "jump on to save the world!" or something insane like that; he might actually consider listening to the talking primate. But then again... he might have to cross the line at seeing colorful mythical creatures...
The forsest he was in now, was not a place he had actually visited before, he had dreamt about it. Grissom was now successfully in his nightmare; the one dream he had during that last night in Vegas. The one where he was chasing Sara through the forest. The one where she had fallen to her knees at the foot of the well.
The one where everything had faded to black when he finally reached her.
"Gil... hurry, please." Sara yelled back at him and his stationary form. He then began running again as he was lost in his thoughts.
Yes. The one dream where she had said those exact words...
The speed at which he was running at soon became even faster than before; desperate to reach her. Sara was a good ways ahead of him, and still running towards the direction of the well. She yelled something again, but with her head facing forward with the rest of her body, muffling the sound, he couldn't completely understand her words. He guessed it was something along the lines of "Hurry up." But then suddenly, she took a sharp left turn, blocking herself from Grissom's veiw for a fraction of a second, before he followed her lead. Making the turn as well, he stopped suddenly as he saw her slow herself down to a walk.
"Sara," he yelled towards her, as he picked up his legs again and tiredly strode towards her, "oh, Sara." He said again, much softer, and knowingly out of earshot of her.
Instead of responding to his call, Sara continued her brisk walk forward, making a bee-line towards something Grissom could not quite see. As he began covering most of the distance between them, Grissom soon slowed to a quick walk as well.
"It's right, here..." she finally said, as she took another few steps forward, directing her attention towards the ground; at the well, Grissom guessed. He kept walking towards her, covering more distance, as the large, moss-covered well came into his view also. Sara abruptly stopped at the foot of the well, and glanced over it's ledge and into it. Grissom sped his walk up a bit, his heart pounding inside of his chest.
At that moment he could hear nothing.
Not the sound of the birds flying overhead, singing their sweet tunes to one another.
Not the sound of the occasional airplane landing at the nearby airport.
Not even the sound of the moist ground below him, squishing and crunching below his feet with every step.
No, the only thing audible to him now, was the heavy beating of his heart.
