#12 Vault

100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #12
Vault

He broke through the surface, gasping for air. Twitch was already pulling herself out onto the bank, coughing violently. Adon waded toward her, noticing for the first time he was bare foot. The mud having sucked his shoes away from him.
Twitch hauled herself up and turned to find him. She flashed him a white smile that stood out against her mud coated skin and Adon felt a tingling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the questionable gunk he had just stepped in. Her ball gown hung limply from her, the tons of mud weighing it down, she, too, had no shoes and her perfect bun now resembled a rats nest. He couldn’t help thinking she was beautiful.
“Are you coming out or have you decided to move in with the pigs?” Twitch asked, beginning an attempt to ring out her dress.
Adon used a nearby vine and pulled himself out.
Twitch looked up and wrinkled her nose, “the way you smell you’ll fit right in.”
“You’re one to talk!” He exclaimed, slugging her in the shoulder.
She made as if to tackle him but slipped on the mud and fell to the ground.
“Are you alright?”  Adon asked with a laugh.
“Peachy, thanks.” Twitch drawled, sitting up and tugging at her skirt until the bottom half tore off around her knees.
“Here,” Adon said offering a grimy hand. Twitch looked up a sly smile crossing her face and before Adon could react she grasped his hand and yanked him down.
Adon landed with a grunt, pushing himself up to meet her dancing eyes with a glare.
“Now we’re even.” She said, matter of factly.
“What’d I do?”
“You got us into this mess, ‘it’ll be fun.’” She mimicked in a high pitched voice.
He wondered how he had found her attractive.
“Fine, I might’ve said that last bit.” Scrunching her face at having to concede.
Adones remembered how.
He leapt up and held out both of his hands again. Twitch reached up, locking eyes with him as he pulled her to her feet. Both of her eyes were so beautiful, the startling green of her left and the penetrating light blue of the other.
Twitch lowered her gaze, clearing her throat and Adon hastily dropped his hands.
“We should probably start running.” Adon said and as if to prove his point his watch dinged. He wiped the mud away and watched as their two faces flashed across the screen with the headline: DANGEROUS CONVICTS BREAK INTO TOP SECURITY VAULT---APPROACH WITH CAUTION.
“Yeah,” Twitch agreed, underneath the dirt he saw her face pale, “we should probably start running.”