Everything was a blur. There had been lots of lights and voices, accompanied by pain and a colorful variety of other physical sensations he didn't want to think about. But what he did remember was running. Running as fast as his small, tired legs could carry him down whatever path he could find. He remembered every sensation of stumbling and falling, the burning need for air in his lungs and the feeling of anxiety that came with being chased.
He didn't know how he'd gotten out. But he had.
Rocket had managed to get a fair distance away before he'd been found. The faces were familiar in some ways but it was hard to really tell. But he recognized their voices talking to him, the anger and frustration in their voices as they lashed out. The batons that came down on him were harder than he remembered but all he was concerned with for the moment was yelling - telling them to back off before he did something far worse to them.
When he'd expected another blow, nothing came. After a moment, he moved his small arms from where he'd been shielding his head to look up the new voice. His attackers were distracted by the sudden... tree. And Rocket used that as an opportunity to shove at one of the men's legs before scurrying to duck behind the talking tree. "Yeah, what the tree said!" He yelled, pretending that yes, he knew what the talking tree had said.
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Date: 2015-09-04 12:54 pm (UTC)He didn't know how he'd gotten out. But he had.
Rocket had managed to get a fair distance away before he'd been found. The faces were familiar in some ways but it was hard to really tell. But he recognized their voices talking to him, the anger and frustration in their voices as they lashed out. The batons that came down on him were harder than he remembered but all he was concerned with for the moment was yelling - telling them to back off before he did something far worse to them.
When he'd expected another blow, nothing came. After a moment, he moved his small arms from where he'd been shielding his head to look up the new voice. His attackers were distracted by the sudden... tree. And Rocket used that as an opportunity to shove at one of the men's legs before scurrying to duck behind the talking tree. "Yeah, what the tree said!" He yelled, pretending that yes, he knew what the talking tree had said.