Escape

Escape

I ran down the stairs silently. I slipped into my younger sisters' room, and ducked behind Jessie's bed. I crouched there for a minute, listening to the thumps upstairs. I heard a voice murmur something, and I realized it would be seconds before the assassins realized I wasn't in my bed.

"Jess, Jessie. Wake up." I murmured, as quietly as I could.

I pushed my hand over her mouth, as she tried to ask what the matter was.

"Shhh." I murmured, and crept quietly over to Shae.

The seven year old was curled under her duvet, and barely stirred as I gave her a shove. I silently swore and ran over to Jessie again.

"Hey Jess. There are people here. They killed Mum and Dad. Can you climb out the window and get into the bush? I'll come after you with Shae, she's still asleep."

She made no noise as she slipped out of the bed and went over to the window. She started opening it and it rasped every step of the way. Oh crap. I heard voices calling out to each other. Jessie slipped through it and jumped to the ground. I admired her guts, we were on the second floor. I ran to Shae's bed, and picked her up. She started stirring, and I pushed her onto the windowsill. She was finally awake.

"Get to the ground." I hissed.

I had to get more time. I ran to the door, and slammed it closed. I shoved Jessie's bed against it, with a sudden burst of strength. Then I pushed the wardrobe on its side behind it. It still wouldn't take them long to get through. I ran to the window and clambered out, the way I had thousands of times before when my parents were being bastards. Now they had pissed off the wrong people.

I heard crashes from the bedroom, and realized we didn't have much time. Jessie and Shae were waiting for me on the ground below the window. When I got about a two metres from the ground, I dropped. I hit the ground awkwardly, and jarred my knee, but I ignored it and grabbed Shae off the ground. Together the three of us ran through into the bush. I could hear gunshots behind us.

When we'd gone about two kilometres, I let go of Shae, and we finally started to walk. We were all pretty fit, but we were also wrecked. Well I can't say for Jess, but the sight of my dead parents, pushing the wardrobe, and the desperate time of trying to get from my room to theirs, had made me mentally wrecked as well as physically.

I wondered how Jess was going, she was only ten. Out of the three of us, I was the oldest

at twelve.

"Where should we go Matt?" asked Jess.

"Police. We should have gone to the police a long time ago."

"Matt, why were those people shooting at us?" asked Shae.

"They killed Mum and Dad, Shae. They were trying to kill us too. I think they were paid for it."

"Why would someone want to kill me?" asked Shae, her jaw quivering.

"Hey Shae, it's okay. You're safe now. I promise I won't let anything happened to you."

I dropped onto one knee so I could see her face, then pulled her into a hug. I rubbed her back, then stood up. I could hear running water. The creek.

"Hey, it's the creek over here. If we follow it, it'll take us to town." I called to them.

Should anyway. I thought to myself. I stood back up, and found the creek. We started walking along it. I kept Jess in front of me, and held Shae's hand. She had started crying.

"Matt, I'm too tired. I wanna stop now. Matt. Can't we go to sleep. It's really late."

"How about I give you a piggyback?"

"No. I just wanna stop walking and have a rest."

I sighed and grabbed her and again held her in my arms. I was glad she was under average size. She wriggled around in my arms and slipped out.

"Piggyback?" she asked.

I sighed again and crouched down so she could clamber onto my back. I hoped town wasn't too far away. We were three kids in the middle of a forest dressed in nothing more then pajamas, with assassins looking for us.

A/N- Review if you like this story. Sorry this chappies short, the next ones will be longer. Hehehe. I just remembered something from my year seven class. Someone asked my year seven teacher how you find an assassin to hire. He shrugged and said and said, ' look in the white pages under assassin.' She believed him until everyone cracked up. Oh yeah, I also know someone who wants to be a stripper assassin. Crazy person.