Run, I have to run!

They found me again and this time I don't have cheap tricks to escape.

I can't go back! I won't go back!

My lungs were on fire but I urged myself to keep going. I couldn't stop. Not even for a little bit or they would catch me for sure. For a millennia I rotted in Tartarus, endless agonizing years being tortured day in and day out. They won't take me; I'll kill them all before I let anyone put me back in the pit.

As I ran my scars along my legs began to tear and pour my life fluid. My special black blood. Ignoring my wounds I kept running. I could hear them in the distance, shouting orders demanding their minions to find me and bring me back to their master. I could hear the sounds of hellhounds being let off their leashes, picking up my scent and charging after me thirsting for the taste of my flesh. I held a special hatred for these beasts.

I saw an ally way up ahead and made a beeline directly for it praying to every non useless god I knew of that it wasn't a dead end. For once my prayers were answered and the ally led me directly out of town into the surrounding forest. Only one thing stood blocking my path to potential freedom and that was a 10 foot fence with a sign reading do not trespass. Without breaking stride I sprinted at the fence and launched myself as high up as I could get instantly scrambling to clear the fence before anything found me.

As soon as I reached the top I jumped down rolling the second my feet hit the ground and coming up at a run. I had no time to waste and a broken ankle would not help me in the slightest. I reached the tree line in no time at all and continued running deep into the forest listening for any signs or signals that I was still being followed while trying to find some place I could hide and recuperate. The sounds of howling confirmed I was still being tracked so I began to try and feel for any source of water in the area and soon enough I found a small river in the direction I was headed.

I kept running until I saw the river I was looking for and dove in swimming straight to the bottom hid in the shadows from the moonlight and waited. Soon enough I heard the faint sound of growling and saw the beasts as they sniffed along the river bank trying to re-find my trail. Thinking I was gone the hounds let out a howl and ran back to their masters heads hung low in failure.

My body wanted to move but my mind knew better and even after the hounds were long gone I still lay there in the river waiting. For what felt like hours I lay there beneath the water waiting for something, anything to happen. And just as I had expected a figure appeared in my visual range.

The figure made his way to the small shore line of the river and stood a measly two feet from me, all the while his eyes scanning the water in search of me. I couldn't quite make out what the figure looked like other than they were tall and built but if my assumption was correct as to who was by me then I was in deep trouble.

My heart rate rose as he leaned down and I felt his gaze upon me. Against my will I shut my eyes tight and silently prayed to any gods that still remembered me that he would just leave and I could escape. I waited and waited for anything to happen, eyes shut in fear of who the figure could be and against my better judgment I kept them shut.

That was the worst mistake I could have made.

I screamed in pain I wasn't prepared for as the figure thrust their blade through my chest, reaching down into the water and dragging me to the surface by the color of my tattered shirt. The second I broke the surface the pain tripled as I no longer had the healing from the river and I almost passed out right there if it weren't for the damn cursed blade currently sticking out of my chest.

"Ah there you are! Now what did I tell you about trying to leave me before I've had my fun?"

Oh how I hated that voice. Now that I was out of the water I could look upon the figure who found me.

Long black hair down to her shoulders, obsidian eyes, pale white skin with no blemishes, roughly 5' 2'' with a petite body with plenty of curves and an angelic face that had most men dazed and unable to think. She was the embodiment of perfection. However that perfection was ruined by the sadistic cruelty shown so clearly in her eyes, the crazed smile of someone who has lost their grip on reality and most especially the sword she had plunged in my chest. Didn't really make her all the desirable.

"Nothing to say huh? Oh well that's alright. You'll be saying plenty when we get back home. That is if you count screams of agonizing pain speaking. "

I could only look up at her in horror as my lungs filled up with blood and I felt my life force slipping away. But she wouldn't let me die. Not out here in the mortal world that is. But back in Tartarus it's her favorite game. How can we die today?

"You're never getting out you know." She whispered in my ear as she leaned down.

"You'll never see this place again, so say goodbye because it's about time I take you home."

And with those words she stood, ripping her sword out of my chest as she did so. Licking the blade clean of my blood she sent me one last sadistic smile before turning around and starting the chant to open a passage to the pit. Any hope I had attained at escaping over the past few days was crushed as I felt the aura of hell surround and for the first time in forever, I cried.

But before the chant could be completed an arrow flew through the sky and lodged itself into her skull.

A massive group of silver clad teens came rushing out of the surrounding forest and set up a perimeter around me and the body of my torturer. Two familiar looking people rushed forward and knelt beside me. Silver and electric blue eyes met blood shot sea green before the effects of my heavy blood loss took effect and I lost consciousness.