Prologue
"What are you running from?"
Jean jumped and looked behind her. He wasn't very tall, but she could tell he was muscular in the rapidly growing sunlight. His posture was calm, relaxed even. Didn't this guy realize someone was tracking Jean, trying to kill her?
"Sweetheart, what are you runnin' from?" he asked, more softly this time. He took a step forward, and Jean jerked back.
"Just stay away from me!" She shouted.
She turned around and started running, panting and gasping. She dodged trees, tripped several times, and finally stopped in a clearing, trying to catch her breath as she hunched over. She fell to her knees, wiping some blood from a gash in her cheek. Where were Scott, and Bobby? Why hadn't anyone come to her rescue yet? She looked up, hoping to see Warren circling overhead, but no such luck. She sat back and wrapped her arms around her legs, laying her unhurt but dirty cheek on her knee.
And she cried.