4 Minutes
Intro: Bang Bang Bang
She ran, faster, faster, her lungs protesting, but she ignored the feeling, and continued to run. Don't turn back! You remember what they said at camp? Once running from something, never turn around unless something attacks you first! She rolled her eyes, as she stopped for a second, taking a knife out of a pocket in her leather belt. She quickly took a short glance around the area around her. Now, she didn't feel the need to listen to her stupid little camp rules. She shivered in the cold wind, snow covering her from head to toe. "Damn, why did they try and hunt me down during a storm?" She hissed. There was the crunching of snow as she quickly turned, knife in hand, as three people approached her. "What the hell do you want?" She screeched. "Ha! You ask us what we want? How about what he wants…" A shrill voice calls in the bright, yet dark atmosphere. She barred her teeth, jabbing her knife in empty space. "Then what the hell does he want?" She said in a hiss. A hooded figure appeared and lowered their hood. "Lestrange…" She hissed. "Remember me? Good, because then, I'll enjoy torturing you much more!" Bellatrix crackled. "Think again bitch!" She growled, jumping upon Bellatrix and stabbing her in the right shoulder, digging the knife in deep.
There was a blood curling shriek, and shouts of fury. She quickly got off the injured woman, and ran as fast as she could. "Take care of Lestrange, Lucius, I'll get her…" An evil voice hissed. She swallowed, running faster, her finger and toes surely were frozen now, but all she had to worry about, was getting her ass safe. Outrun? Surely not from this creature from hell.
Then, she tripped. She scrambled to get back up, but her attempts were futile. He came, smiling evilly, wand drawn. "I should kill you after what you've done to one of my most loyal servants, but, no. You are too useful." She grimaced. "Save the small talk you sick bastard! Are you going to do what you came for or not?" She hissed. "Why of course! Why would I come if I had not intended to?" He hissed. She swallowed. He leaned in close and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up a few feet, before snatching a necklace off of her neck and tossing her to the ground. "Have fun surviving this! And this… Sectumcepra" Pain, cold, death was all that she could feel. She shuttered, squirmed in pain and screeched. With a harsh laugh, he vanished in a black cloud.
She took a shuddering breath. She could feel warm liquid. Yes, she was losing a lot of blood. You have to get up. Now is not the time to die, especially not here. COME ON! PICK YOUR SORRY ASS UP! She got up, clutching the wounds on her sides and stomach and began walking. It seemed as though she had been walking for thirty minutes or so, before she saw any sign of life at all: A small house. She smiled, but, not for long. She leaned on a nearby tree and vomited whatever so called 'lunch' she had eaten in the last 24 hours. Wiping the mess of her face, she trudged along towards the house. Dizzy, tired and disoriented, she collapsed unto the porch of the home. Shuddering, she pulled her wand from where she always kept it: Her right breast area. (In her right cup in her bra to be more exact.) "Expecto Patronum… Help… If anyone's in there, please help…" Her patronus disappearing into the home, she prayed that someone was there before darkness consumed her thoughts.