"Mom! Dad! I 'm going out for a run!" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a banana, finishing it off quickly as I got my earphones and phone. "Wait!" My mom called out to me and I turned around, walking towards her. "Be careful honey, don 't go too far. I want you to call me if anything strange happens and you need me to pick you up. Okay?" "Okay mom, see ya later." I was out the door. Running through the forest, I realized how peaceful it was. I had my music filling my ears, jamming out to Muse, and I had the world saved for another day. It may have been around 8:30, and I had every reason to be at my house, but I felt like I needed this run. I 'm sorry sis, it 's not you or anyone else. I could still hear her voice, loud and clear, and even if it was a year ago, it seems like just hours ago this memory had begun. It burned into my brain, as if it was a fresh memory. But it wasn 't. Sometimes I wondered if it was my fault, maybe if I had known more... other times I felt as if it was Jax 's fault. Nela told me they hated her because of something to do with him. I spotted the cabin up ahead, and headed towards it. My time is- "AAUGH!" I cried out in pain and hit the cabin floor, door closing behind me. Someone had kicked me, but who? Jax? The light flickered on, but before I could turn around and see my attacker I got another sharp kick to my back. I grunted out in pain. I tried to fight back but the person grabbed me by my hair and threw me against the wall.
So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “
My vision blurs momentarily, then focuses and I freak out. I slap the hand away from me, scrambling back. Terror fires through me as my mind still tries registering what’s happening. I don’t get far in my scrambling as my back slams into a wall and I turn, panicking.
My throat had grown dry and each passing breath sent a blaze through me. The further I bolted into the forest, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots painted a maze on the ground and the flora became thick and lush, forming an arch above my head. The forest reeked of age. The composting, organic fragrance rose up in
I gasp and grunt as I scratch at his leg and try to force myself up. But the more I try, the harder it becomes. Within seconds, I’m dizzy and I’m tipping into unconsciousness. I’m going to pass out. There’s no stopping it. The second before I do, his knee is removed and I take in air, greedily. The knee is replaced with sharp blade of his knife. I don’t struggle against the blade, knowing one wrong move and my life is over. I glared up at Jagger with narrowed eyes of hatred.
He watched with hurt in his eyes, "No, Y/N- I can't fight you, I-I refuse to-" His voice shook awfully. He begged you to stop it, but there was nothing to stop. At this point, you were no longer controlling your body. You lifted the sword and pointed it at him.
My limbs screamed as I pushed myself up into a sitting position, the pain flowing throughout my veins.
“BOOM!” we heard a gunshot. Finn and I both turned around, frightened by the sound right behind us.
I clawed at my back, trying to staunch the blood gushing from my back. I sank to the ground, writhing in pain as I was slowly surrounded by figures cloaked in black. My breathing grew ragged as they drew closer to me. I glared
As I thought about it, Alastier stopped and reached out to me, grabbing my shirt sleeve and stopping me from going any farther.
I sigh, relieved. I want to get out of here, just as much as the rest of them, especially when I’m the one they want. I step back around the corner when I feel the presence of someone behind me, but it’s too late to react. A muscular arm hooks around my neck, choking me and taking away my ability to cry for help. Another arm twists around my waist, closing the space between me and my attacker.
I kicked him in the private area and rolled away while he grunted in pain.
My instincts kicked in and I immediately tensed all over and listened. It sounded like three or four people at least, and they weren't trying to be quiet. I heard a twig snap and a swish of clothing. I reached quickly, pulling my sword out, and just in time, I blocked a blow that would have severed my neck and head.
I let out a piercing scream of alarm when I finally realize what's happening. An arm cuts me off mid-scream. It covers my mouth, wrapping around my small head. I bite into the soft flesh and hear a yelp of pain. Then, I'm thrown to the ground, body hitting the slick cement and bouncing off.
"Oh Lord, Randy what are you doing!" Randy raised a large stick over my head and slammed it fast. Darkness ate at the corner of my vision and I fell to the floor.
Before I could delve any further into my thoughts, a hand landed on my back. Whoever the culprit was, it sure as hell didn't feel like they held back. The force sent me staggering forwards.