Fight Or Flight 소설 & 이야기

*Aloria* The ground shakes beneath my feet as we surge forward, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The battle cry ripples through the air, and I feel it resonate deep within me. I am a part of this moment, a part of this fight, and I won’t hold back. Muscles tense, I push off the ground, my legs propelling me faster than the others. The trees blur past me, and the world shrinks to a narrow focus… my target, the enemy before me.

My body seems frozen in fear as that predator moves in on me and my heart is almost crashing out of my ribs in response. ‘Just let me go … take your club, your money, your apartment. Rip up the contracts. I don’t want them. I don’t want anything from you.’ I’m sobbing as I try to back out, but the door has swung behind me a little and I have to turn to pull it open, frantically struggling with its heavy weight and grasping manically for the handle. I can feel him getting closer as he moves in on me and it spurs my fight or flight instinct. Finding the strength to give it a mighty yank open and hightail it into the hall away from him.

My head instinctively tucked, stomach tightening, the fight-or-flight wiring my body like a cage of fire. "Do you know what you almost did to Serena?!" Ryan spat, fury igniting. "If I didn't stop you, she'd be dead! You refuse to apologize even now? You're shameless!" He advanced again, a boot smashing into my side. Pain lanced through me, muscles screaming, instincts urging me to curl, protect, survive. I folded over myself, arms tight over head and abdomen, wolf and human merging in defense. My fear caused the wolf that had taken so long to reappear to disappear again, but my inherent wild nature remains.

I am glaring at him, and the only sound in this mute place is the harsh sound of my breathing. He knows that he's gotten me pissed. Out of the blue, he smiles, "wow. I didn't know you have some fighting skills in you. Just wow." He has a I-know-I-am-dead-just-say-it-to-my-face look on his face. I look away for a second. "Well, it is... just reflexes. Adrenaline rush." I tell him. He scoffs, almost inaudible, "then, I must say you're very brave. You know, science says it's either flight or fight, just you choose fight. That is just awesome...and brave." He adds.

Then, he stretched out his hand into the void and called forth the first fire of humanity. Oliver grit his teeth together, grunting with exertion, as the primeval fire was slow to bend to his will. He gathered up his reserves and focused all of his strength on the energy dancing in front of him. You will obey me! He shouted from within. Agonizingly slow, the fire began to tilt towards his hand. The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart.

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

He had trouble keeping his calm since both fight and flight response were having a fist fight among themselves, churning his intestines. "Run!" Agenor somehow put her trembling body on Nakiya's back. Then he turned towards Colt and Creed and said, "Both of you! Get moving... "

she cries out. A shudder ran through her body, but she kept her arms against the wall over her head. “Fucking Hell!” he groaned. Sadie was so fucking tight, dripping, and hot a fuck. And he was about to lose his shit. His hands slapped against the wall above her head; he kept his body close against hers and began to plunge deeply, building up speed.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Ruby It’s true what folk say, you have a fight-or-flight response. Everyone does. It’s all to do with self-preservation, to escape to safety, or a fierce desire to attack back. All my rational thoughts flew through the window and all I could think about was my mother and Sam.