The Chosen(5)

 

She felt a hand grab her ankle, hard enough almost to crush her bones. It yanked, trying to drag her back through the gap. Rashel kicked backward with all her strength and then twisted, and her sock came off and she pulled her leg into the padded room.

 

Come back! You need to come back right now!

 

The voice was like a teacher's voice. It was hard not to listen. But Rashel was already scrambling into the plastic tube in front of her. She went faster than she ever had before, hurting her knees, propelling herself with her bare foot.

 

When she got to the first fish-bowl window, I though, she saw a face looking in at her.

 

It was the tall man. He was staring at her. He I banged on the plastic as she went by.

 

Fear cracked in Rashel like a belt. She scrambled I faster, and the knocks on the tube followed her.

 

He was underneath her now. Keeping up with I her. Rashel passed another window and looked down. She could see his hair shining in the sunlight. She could see his pale face looking up at her. And his eyes.                                                       

 

Come down, came the voice and it wasn't stem anymore. It was sweet. Come down and we'll go get some ice cream. What kind of ice cream do you like best? Rashel knew then that this was how he'd gotten Timmy into the tent. She didn't even pause in her scrambling.

 

But she couldn't get away from him. He was traveling with her, just under her, waiting for her to come out or get to a place where he could reach in and grab her.

 

Higher. I need to get higher, she thought.

 

She moved instinctively, as if some sixth sense was telling her which way to turn each time she had a choice. She went through angled tubes, straight tubes, tubes that weren't solid at all, but made of woven canvas strips. And finally she got to a place where she couldn't go any higher.

 

It was a square room with a padded floor and netting sides. She was at the front of the climbing structure; she could see mothers and fathers standing and sitting in little groups. She could feel the wind.

 

Below her, looking up, was the tall man.

 

Chocolate brownie? Mint chip? Bubble gum?

 

The voice was putting pictures in her mind. Tastes. Rashel looked around frantically.