The barrel of the gun followed my every move. I knew this day would come, just not so soon. I knew the person on the other end of the gun would shoot. I had to move fast. I called on the power of my ancestors and leapt into action. I double-back-flipped into the first man knocking him under the tires of a swerving car. Then I leapt forward and did a cartwheel, knocking two men into each other. I noticed that the man who had held the gun was lying on the floor, splattered in blood, and the gun loose in his hand. I dove out of the way of a charging body and dashed for the gun. But someone got there first, and yet again a gun was pointing at me. I felt rather then saw people closing in. My warrior soul sensing them.
I tightened the straps of my rucksack, I couldn't win this battle. But I could prevent it. I leapt into the air, easily clearing the heads of the men and dashed down the street, into darkness. I hurried cries behind me and footsteps chasing me down the street. They could run fast, but I faster. "She'll run out of energy, and then we'll catch her," a gruff voice pointed out. I gulp, their right, I could feel my body growing ever weary. I slow down knowing that I can't stop but I do have the distance between us to slow down.
As I turn the corner of my street, I can instantly see that somethings wrong. An evil presence has been here recently, like the aroma that reeks from Mr. Vincent. He has always stunk of it, and he moved here shortly after me. "Oh, fuck," I whispered to myself. I dash to the house next me and in the front garden my Mum, Dad and sister are being held captive by 'the men'.As expected, Mr. Vincent is standing at the front. "Hahahahaha. Finally you've caught up have you?" He comments, his laugh not reaching his eyes. As casual as I can I answer "Ahhh. One mistake I can see already" his family is right behind him, including his two children. At that I see him tense, "and what is that?" I lead into action running behind him and grabbing the two kids. "This. If you truly love them you will let my family go." I see the cogs in his brain turn as he thinks of a response. Then he turns around and tells all the men that they might as well leave.
I turned towards my stunned family and inform them that we are no longer safe here, "Pack a few bags, don't worry about clothes. Only get what you can carry, bring anything precious. You have 5 hours, DO IT FOR FUCK SAFE!" I tell them, as calmly as I can.