Response to Parisindy's challenge: Harper + Suffocating/ Difficulty Breathing
Harper ran, with Beka beside him and they dared not turn back for fear of what was still following them. Somehow the simple mission had turned into this, running for their safety, possibly their lives. There were at least five of the big ugly mud suckers, Harper recounted in his head, and all of them wanted a piece of him, or Beka, but the Maru wasn't far now thankfully. Dylan was already rallying the troops, and he was on his way to their position, with Rhade and a security detail.
Just when Harper was beginning to think that they might get away, he felt a huge hand grab his shoulder and yank him back. Stumbling and under the momentum of the pull back, Harper fell to the ground and let out a frustrated cry at being stopped so abruptly.
"Harper!" Beka stopped and spun around.
"Get out of here!" Harper managed before he was pulled roughly to his feet, he managed to catch Beka looking in two minds about leaving. "Go!" he was able to say as heavy hands clamped around his neck.
"You leave, he dies," the uber holding Harper announced.
Harper could no longer speak, as his airways were slowly being blocked by strong heavy Nietzschean fingers. The pressure was building up inside his head; he could feel his body already screaming for air. Concentrating only on not panicking, or dying, Harper was losing energy. The running had already weakened him, he had already been out of breath and now his chest and lungs burned. Closing his eyes, he could no longer hold up his hands to try and pull the hold away from his neck, and they fell heavily and lifelessly against his own body. Harper's natural instincts made him continue to try and take breaths, but there was no air getting through to the areas that need it most. His vision was blurring now, he had no idea what was going on around him, only that he couldn't hold on for much longer, unconsciousness was near.
Then, without warning, the pressure was released and he fell to the ground in a heap but he felt no pain as Harper quickly gulp at the air that was now freely around him. Blinking his eyes, as he coughed and spluttered, and he was sure that he now saw Dylan and Rhade surrounded by dead Ubers. His chest heaved, and Beka was forcing him to sit up, trying to assist his body to recover. Touching the tender skin now that surrounded his neck, Harper half smiled at Beka and his voice croaked as he spoke.
"Remind me about this," he panted, ignoring the protests for him not to talk. "When I next protest about always staying on the ship, when you guys go missions."
by AKAJipster