He urged his legs to go faster as he ran after his brother, away from the threat chasing after them.
The cold night air burned in his throat and lungs but there was no time for stopping.
He dared a quick glance back and in his surprise, their pursuers were nowhere to be seen.
Turning around completely he slowed down a bit, trying to focus his vision among the dark woods.
As he waited for any sign of their pursuers, his pulse started to drop to a somewhat normal rate again.
Turning around again, he started to run after his brother, not knowing that his brother had not noticed his pause.
Some minutes later he was completely lost.
He cursed his own stupidity as his eyes darted back and forth between the dark woods.
The darkness made him trip several times and his elbow and knee were now bruised quite badly.
At least it wasn't that windy.
He only had his small handgun with him, since he dropped his machete when they were discovered.
Suddenly he heard a twig break to his left. Quickly he spun around, pointing the gun out in the dark, pulse beating uncomfortably hard.
His instinct told him to run, and with a sprint he started to run down the way he had come.
Something sharp clawed at his side but he didn't dare to stop checking, but the warm liquid on his skin told him enough.
An angry snarl to his right was the only warning he got before the hard ground slammed onto his back, dropping his gun.
He tried to gasp, scream, anything but his lungs were not intending on cooperating.
The pain in his side weren't making any of it easier and he only managed a pathetic whimper.
The shadow above him gave out a mocking laugh as it saw the fear in it's preys eyes and swiftly lashed out, creating a long gash at the side of it's victim's face.
Blood started to flow freely.
A gust of wind and rustling leaves could be heard as two more shadowy figures quickly passed by, searching for their second prey.
The shadow above him leaned closer and whispered "You're all gonna die."
He didn't know if he was dead or unconscious. His eyelids felt too heavy to open up even just a little, and his body hurt everywhere. He could hear footsteps approach him fast, and he wanted to turn away, to curl in on himself. He felt exposed since he couldn't see if it was his brother or the enemy coming for him, but when soft fingers gently brushed over him he guessed it was either his brother or Altair.
It felt like he was floating, the sound of the world sounded like a static radio. It was distant, and he could hardly make anything out of it.
He could see lights flash behind his eyelids, an ambulance. Now he knew why he felt like he was floating. When he came to think of it, the position he was laying in had changed. Which mean someone had lifted him up on a stretcher, since he was unable to move even an inch on his own. He relaxed, not that he had the ability to tense his muscles, but he blacked out.
The last thing he was aware of was that he was in a hospital. He could smell the chemical scent of that hospital cleanliness. He could hardly smell the sickening metal smell of his blood anymore, but it was still lingering there. He was probably going through a surgery by now.
He didn't know what time it was, time didn't seem to exist to him and it didn't bother him too much. He felt so tired, all he wanted to do was rest, to forget his aching body and open wounds. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
The outstretched and distorted sound from the EKG was the last thing he ever heard before the world went black and cold.
"Kadar Al-Sayf, time of death 04:52 AM September 28th"