~Lose him~ the thought echoed in her mind ~don't let him get you. ~ She turned sharply down a side street filled with stalls. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he was still behind her. Her breath came sharply in her chest and her ears rang with the sounding of her racing heart. ~lose him. ~ She turned right then left and found herself back onto the main street. She weaved in and out of the people once again thanking god for her tiny frame. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him trying to maneuver his large build through the thickness of the crowds. ~Shit~ she turned sharply left and found herself in a dead end street. ~double shit~ she hesitated, trying to catch her breath. The bag on her torn back seemed to weigh a million tones. She suddenly saw the top of his head over the crowd, right in front of the entrance to her ally way. Making a split decision she jumped up on the dumpsters and pulled herself onto the roof top, the wounds that plagued her broken body screamed in protest. She stopped briefly on top, suddenly hit with a wave of nausea from the pain, but then carried on making her way across the close knit roof tops. With every leap, her body weakened and the blood began to leak through of the makeshift bandages she wrapped them in and trickle down her body. She skidded to a stop as the close knit roves suddenly ended. She was quite high up now. ~he is right behind you~ She turned and saw him closing in, the toll of her injuries seeming to finally take hold. Taking a deep breath she jumped, landing roughly on her feet. She gasped as the impact caused a shudder of severe pain through her entire body. She looked up, ignoring the wave of dizziness, and saw him looking down at her yelling. She grinned and sank back into to crowds. Her body was weary, her eyes feeling heavy and the blood now flowed in light rivers out of the wounds. She had to get somewhere safe. She knew she wouldn't last much longer on her feet in this condition. She looked back over her shoulder and sighed. He was no where to be seen. She gasped and fell to her knees. A searing pain shot through her spine, paralyzing her briefly. He was back and somewhere close. She scrambled to her feet and felt a large hand enclose her tiny arm.
"Why, hello Princess." A rough sinister voice hissed in her ear. She gasped and struggled, trying to shake him off but it didn't work. He was so large and she was so tiny. He started to drag her in the opposite direction. Then something inside her snapped. A sudden rage and defiance rose up inside of her. She elbowed him in the ribs and swiped at his face. He let go with a yell and she began to run again, much to her bodies anguish. She felt darkness brush over her but shook it off. She had to put as much distance between them as possible. She turned to see him hurrying after her, blood dripping down his face from where her nails scratched him. She turned and ran into something hard. She fell back, landing sharply on her back. She gasped as pain and darkness drifted over her.
"Are you okay?" a soft voice mumbled, close to her ear. She felt strong almost loving hands warp themselves around her and help her up. She stumbled and fell to her knees, the pain too bad to move. The hands were on her waist, picking her up again. She clung to the strangers' chest. They were a good head taller than her.
"Please help me." She muttered feeling the darkness slowly taking over her. This time she didn't care.
"What's wrong?" The soft voice asked sounding…worried?
"He is trying to kill me." She managed before slipping into the welcomed darkness.
There is the first chapter of my new story. I know I have so many going on but I can't help the ideas coming to me so please, tell me what you think. I love hearing feedback thank you. Wanderer