When Butterflies Bite

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
As an agent Lucy does dangerous work but gets back to her family alive. However with no car,cellphone or weapons whow will she make it out alive? This is meant to be a thriller but im not too sure. Please leave a comment to help me get better. Thanks.

Submitted: February 12, 2015

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Lucy held her breath in the darkness. She hated confined spaces, especially dark ones. She couldn’t hear anything. If she could just work out where they were she could decide what to do next. Silence was worse than noise. Lucy shuffled a bit closer to the metal wall. She had found an empty metal drum to hide in. It wasn’t the best and it smelled of petroleum, but at least the sun wasn’t out to cook her.

The tension was palpable and every little noise she thought she could hear, and every little noise that she didn’t hear was painful. It only took a second, a second for her to be found and it was all over. She had come too far, survived too much for that. She, Lucy Waterhouse was a survivor and she would survive this.

Time was ticking. She couldn’t wait any longer. She would have to risk crawling out and seeing if they had gone. She shuffled to the opening and slowly lifted herself out of the drum. She looked around the warehouse for signs of life, and finding none she relaxed a little and sat down on the ground to compose herself. Now all she had to do was navigate her way out and she’d be home and dry.

The thought of home suddenly hit her and she felt a surge of panic. What if she didn’t make it home? No, she couldn’t think of that. She couldn’t consider Graham being a widow and little Jane not having her mother. She just had to use her navigation skills, get through the night and by morning everything would be in its rightful order in the world.

Getting up she surveyed the space around her. They were definitely not in the warehouse. But were they outside waiting for her to leave? She had to find an exit that wasn’t obvious. She carefully walked towards the back of the building, looking for a break in the wooden walls. She was only small so could fit into small spaces. She recalled last Sunday, playing hide and seek with Jane. She had squeezed into the cupboard under the sink. Graham had said she wasn’t playing fair, poor little Jane was never going to find her there. But Jane had said that her mummy was the best and that Jane would be the best hider ever, just like her. Lucy smiled at the memory.

Feeling the edges of the walls, Lucy carefully pushed at the wood. Keeping low to the ground she saw some moonlight shining through ahead of her. Easing the wood out of the way she made a hole big enough to squeeze through. Lucy stopped for a minute to check for sounds. Once she was satisfied that it was quiet she slowly pushed herself through the hole and out into the fresh air. She took in a big gulp and stood up, pushing herself close to the wall of the warehouse. There was nothing but trees ahead of her, and no sign of anyone. A couple of birds, probably owls, were cooing in the distance. She was surrounded by forest, but she knew there was a town close by. They had passed on their way there.

They would probably head there too, so all she had to do was follow behind, being careful not to be seen. The trouble was that they had weapons and equipment for night stalking, and mobile phones. She didn’t have any of that. Not anymore. And there were three of them. Three big burley armed men against one petite unarmed Lucy. But she had no choice. It was either make her way to the town or hide out here where they could come back and finish her off.

She turned left and started to walk slowly around the side of the building, keeping tight. She surveyed the area at the first corner. Nothing. She made her way to the second corner, which led out to the front of the building. No one there either. She edged her way to the warehouse opening and stopped. There was no sound. Looking inside there was nothing but boxes and pallets. She moved to the corner and looked around it. Nothing. And no one had fired at her from any of the trees that surrounded the warehouse.

She looked down the dust trail to see the burnt out cars. She was lucky to have escaped in time. Not a scratch on her. The same couldn’t be said for the big man with the denim jacket. His arm had caught fire. He must be in agony now. That may be why they had headed away and not waited to find her. They must have wanted to get help for the hurt man first. Well she wouldn’t be there when they returned.

Lucy went back into the warehouse to see if she could find anything useful to take. On a box she found a ball of string and a craft knife. She put them in her pocket. Back outside, she thought about what she had been taught and worked out where north was, worked out in her head the direction the road went and started heading in the direction she thought the town would be in.

Lucy walked for a good hour, stopping every now and again to get her bearings and see if she could spot the men ahead. She scoured the floor and felt a sense of relief when she saw what looked like a cigarette end. It was still smouldering. She must be going in the right direction. Her heart started thumping with relief and also with fear. She had to find them quickly but keep herself unseen and unheard. She continued walking, stopping, looking, listening.

A rustle to her left made her jump. She ducked down behind a small tree, holding the craft knife tightly. Lucy tried to think of nice things to calm herself down: her favourite holiday in the Caribbean. She could see the whiteness of the sand and bright blue of the sea. Graham, Lucy and Jane just loved that holiday. They said they’d go back, and Lucy made a decision that as soon as she was back home she would book it. Feeling more in control and determined she looked to where the noise was coming from, hoping that a gun barrel wasn’t being pointed at her. Out of the brush popped a small deer. Lucy sunk to the ground, heart pounding. Ok she thought, I need to stop being so jumpy or I’m going to make a mistake. The deer looked at her then walked casually off. Lucy stood up, brushed herself down and started back on her walk.

The moon was out and it was lighting her way. But it was also lighting the way for the men too. The forest floor was starting to move downwards. Looking ahead she could see it would eventually start to move up. If she could get to the men on the downward slope, where she had the advantage of being higher than them and therefore being able to spot them easier then she might be able to steal one of their guns. Otherwise they would have the advantage on the upward slope, looking down at Lucy. She moved a little faster, keeping her footing as light as she could. There was a clear path down into the valley, but Lucy stopped and searched out another way, off the track where she could creep up on them. It was a risky thing to do but if they spotted her she would be dead. She had no choice.

She moved into the thicket and used the moon to keep her going in the right direction. It was easier than she expected, and the ground was nice and soft. Just as she was getting into her stride she heard a noise. She stopped and smiled. There were whispering voices ahead of her. She crouched down nearer the ground and shuffled to the edge of the path. There up ahead were the three men. They had stopped and were ripping up cloth and wrapping it around the injured man. He was groaning and the other two where shushing him to be quiet.

There was one man who was holding a rifle over his right shoulder, but the other two were not armed. Their weapons were on the ground just behind where the armed man was standing. Lucy considered the chances of her being able to grab one of them. They were too exposed, and she would be shot before she grabbed it. Then she came up with an idea.

She scurried quietly ahead of them, using the soft ground in the thicket of ferns to hide in, and pulled out the ball of string. Hurrying she tied the string from one tree to the next across the path, keeping it at ankle height. The ferns were bending over the path and hid the string. Just to be sure she rubbed some dirt into it to blend it in more. Then she sat right back and waited.

After a few minutes the men started to resume their way down the path. Lucy closed her eyes and begged her plan to go right. If she could just get a weapon she would have a better chance of getting out alive, and back to her precious family. She had never been more determined. The footsteps came nearer and nearer and Lucy held her breath, hands in position to spring up and grab a weapon. She tried to work out who was where and carrying which weapon. They were almost upon her and she moved a little closer to the edge of the path, risking being seen so that she could move into action better.

Any second now she thought as the men walked closer to the string. Was it in the right position? Would they just step over it? Lucy’s heart was in her mouth and then, a surprised shout as the one in front went over, closely followed by a stumbling denim clad man with a burnt arm. He shouted out a loud scream as his burnt arm hit the ground with a thud. The third man tried to keep upright, but the legs of the denim clad man kicked out in a panic and over he went. It was now or never, and Lucy sprung into action, spotting the semi-automatic, and grabbed it from the ground. She held it up, and kicked away the rifle and small hand gun that were now lying at her feet.

“Hold it!” she shouted as the first man tried to pull his gun from under him. “Touch that and you’re dead!”

“Hey lady!” said the third man. “Take it easy”.

The man with the burnt arm was whimpering and trying to get up. Lucy smiled and gently squeezed the trigger. It sprung into action, a burst of gun- fire, waving it across the three men until they moved no more. She had always liked the way semi-automatics lit up the night sky like fire-flies. It reminded her of the last Halloween party she had hosted for Jane. Sparklers and fireworks galore. Putting the gun over her shoulder, she picked through the bodies and salvaged anything that was worth taking. She then stepped over them and decided that she and her business partner were going to fall out over this. She suspected he wanted to go it alone, sending her to her quarry where they had more weapons than her. They were supposed to be unarmed businessmen. Instead when she pulled out her gun on the trail they had fired back, then a car chase ensued, leading to the crash and burn. She had only just made it into the warehouse in time but without her gun. It was a good job. She was a professional, the best in her field. Lucy’s mind was made up, her partnership was dissolved, and David was definitely going to pay with his life for this one. But hell, it would be just another job.


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