Prologue
A/N: Hey so basically I didn't like what I wrote previously so I rewrote it! I didn't change much here but I completely rewrote the other chapters. And changed the plot line. Again. I will try to not do that again, but no promises.
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A dark clad figure sprinted through the warehouse. Another figure followed him. Behind the two, a group of agents followed, intent on catching their targets. The man in front fired an arrow behind him and heard a satisfying yelp of pain from one of the pursuing agents.
The two men being followed burst out of the dark warehouse into full sunlight. They paused for a moment to get their bearings and then took off again. They were breathing hard and sweating. A fight was not a smart option. The two were skilled but between them, they had a bow and arrows and one handgun.
The man with the gun trailed a few steps behind the man with the bow. He seemed to know exactly where the other was headed. Both of them could hear the yelps and protest of the people who were knocked down by themselves and their pursuers.
They slipped down a narrow alley and followed it's passage. In a dark corner of the alley the two stopped to catch their breath, crouching behind some empty trashcans. The gunman turned to the archer and stared at a face identical to his own.
"We can't keep going like this. They'll eventually outrun us. They can get new people. We're on our own," he panted.
"I know but we can't stop. We have to keep going. Who knows what'll happen if we're caught."
Footsteps could be heard approaching them quickly. They looked at each other and took off again. This had been their life for the past six years. Running from those who would do them harm for reasons unknown to them.
They could never stop running for fear of what would happen if they were caught. They had to keep running.