English version
The escape
"Run don't stop." The anguished young man told his friend, as they walked down bushy bushes. Behind them, a pack of dogs followed. The quiet walk had unexpectedly transformed into an obstacle course where the prize was to stay alive.
The barking was getting closer.
"Don't look back, keep running to the river." He told her in a broken voice by the strenuous effort, he knew that the slightest carelessness would make him stumble and fall to the ground, thus losing valuable seconds of which he could not afford to yield to his fierce persecutors.
In the distance he could see a clearing, imagined that it was the prelude to the saving waters, although he could also meet other enemies, but the urgency was to avoid the dogs of prey and their owners.
A branch hit his arm hurting him, blood boiled in his head and the survival instinct inhibited any pain.
"Stop, fast." He shouted in surprise.
"What do we do now?" He replied panting, staring into his eyes and carrying his hands on his knees, looking for some air.
For a moment, he asked for an answer by observing the rock that prevented his steps and the trees that were close to it.
"Let's climb those branches."
"Are you crazy? You think you are Tarzan!"
"Of course not! Do you have a better idea?
"Do not!"
"Then pay attention to me and follow me if you want to live."
Meanwhile, the persecutors and their hounds were close to reaching it. They were determined to catch them to sacrifice them in a ritual of appeasement to their gods. They saw in the two young men the sign of acceptance of their prayers, it was only a matter of time to dismember them and eat them at the place of sacrifice.
"Be careful, don't break the branch before jumping on the rock."
"Yes, of course, Tarzan!
"I'm not kidding, pay attention to me and you'll live. There is little left."
"Do you listen to them? They are coming."
"Stay focused and jump now."
With one swing he flew through the air over the rock, when he felt his friend fall beside him.
"There is little left! A slight smile crossed his face, without wasting time he pulls his shirt dragging him a few steps to a fall of sixty feet. The cold water shook his brains as they descended to the bottom of the river without opposing resistance.
The river did its job, the current took it away from the place where they were going to be sacrificed. Carelessness and strong determination and courage momentarily saved their lives. However, now they were lost in the depths of the jungle, but could not retrace where they had come.
The end
An original drabbler by @janaveda
Versión en español
El escape
—Corre no te detengas— Le decía el angustiado joven a su amigo, mientras bajaban por tupidos matorrales. Detrás de ellos, una jauría de perros le seguían. La tranquila caminata inesperadamente se había transformado en una carrera de obstáculos en donde el premio era mantenerse vivo.
Los ladridos cada vez se escuchaban más cerca.
—No mires atrás, sigue corriendo hacia el río.— Él le decía con voz entrecortada por el extenuante esfuerzo, sabía que el menor descuido le haría tropezar y caer al suelo, perdiendo así valiosos segundos de los cuales no podía darse el lujo de ceder a sus fieros perseguidores.
A lo lejos él divisaba un claro, imaginaba que era la antesala a las aguas salvadoras, aunque también podría encontrarse con otros enemigos, pero la urgencia era evitar a los perros de presa y a sus dueños.
Una rama golpeo su brazo hiriéndole, la sangre hervía en su cabeza y el instinto de supervivencia inhibió cualquier dolor.
—Detente, rápido.— Gritó sorprendido.
—¿Qué hacemos ahora?— Replicó jadeante mirándole fijamente a los ojos y llevando sus manos sobre sus rodillas, buscando aíre.
Por un momento, inquirió una respuesta observando la peña que impedía sus pasos y los arboles que estaban cerca de esta.
—Trepemos por esas ramas.
—¿Estás loco? ¡Te crees Tarzán!
Mientras tanto, los perseguidores y sus sabuesos estaban próximos a alcanzarlo. Estaban determinados a atraparlos para sacrificarlos en un ritual de apaciguamiento a sus dioses. Vieron en los dos jóvenes la señal de aceptación a sus plegarias, solo era cuestión de tiempo para desmembrarlos y comerlos en el lugar del sacrificio.
—Ten cuidado, no se quiebre la rama antes de saltar sobre la peña.
—¡Si claro, Tarzán!
—No estoy bromeando, hazme caso y vivirás. Ya falta poco.
—¿Los escuchas? Ya están que llegan.
—¡Manténte concentrado y salta ya!
De una sola columpiada voló por el aire sobre la peña, cuando sintió a su amigo caer a su lado.
—¡Listo falta poco!— Una leve sonrisa cruzó su rostro, sin perder tiempo le haló por la camisa arrastrándole a escaso metros hacia una caída de veinte metros. La fría agua sacudió sus sesos mientras descendían hacia el fondo del río sin oponer resistencia.
El río hizo su trabajo, la corriente le llevó lejos del lugar en donde iban a ser sacrificado. Un descuido y una fuerte determinación y arrojo salvaron momentáneamente sus vidas. No obstante, ahora estaban perdidos en la profundidad de la selva, pero no podían desandar por donde habían llegado.
El fin.
Una micro ficción original de @janaveda