Okay, this bit is less than 200 words, 199 to be precise, and it qualifies for Sacha Black’s writing challenge. The whole of Abomination is about struggle, and this scene shows some of Carla’s emotional struggle.
Footsteps rang out on the walkway, echoing in the caverns of the empty boutiques. Carla stiffened and grabbed Kat’s arm.
“Ratmen?” she whispered.
Kat listened. The footsteps continued, lots of feet, stealthy almost, nervous.
They moved away from the yawning gap of the hall below, where pieces of safety rail swung free, into the squealing scuffling shadows… Carla shuddered at the memory, the long twitching nose, sloping forehead, the big ears and bristle-covered face. She shuddered at the terror in those mad eyes. Kat had killed it and it had screamed like a child.
The footsteps stopped. Ahead in the shadows, deeper shadows waited. Carla held her breath. A single shadow moved forward.
She forced herself not to run to him.
She could see him now, his face, his eyes.
No! You don’t care!
She clenched her fists, clenched her eyes tight closed. But she still saw him, the gentle eyes full of…sorrow.
“Carla,” he whispered and she could feel his breath on her skin. “I’m so sorry.”
Tears squeezed from behind her lids. She sobbed as her clenched fists beat his chest then opened, pulling him towards her, his face, as damp as hers.