It was a lovely night; the air was cool and crisp. Somewhere in the distance a tree swayed in the light breeze.
And we were running for our lives.
David and I half-ran-half-stumbled down the hill, as carefully as we could in the circumstances.
Tripping here would cost us our lives. I whipped my head around to look at our persuer. He -at least I thought it was a he- was a frightening sight. With purple skin, red hair and facial features, he looked like something out of a horror movie. I expected my Mam to come wake me up and tell me I was having a nightmare.
He appeared at the lip of the hill, walking, very determined, towards us. I felt a whoosh of air go by my head and heard a screm coming from my right. I turned to look and stopped dead. I saw that the purple... thing... was pinning my best friend to the ground, grinding his face into the dirt, grinning savagely.
My heart thudded against my chest. Time slowed to a crawl. The creature raised his fist. David's face was a mask of fear, and I could only imagine that the same expression was on mine.
I blinked.
In the space of that time David was free of his giant paper-weight; he looked puzzled, as did I. I turned my head to the left: some sort of a scuffle was going on. It was happening at supernatural speed, and my weak eyes could see nothing but a cloud of dust, dirt and grass in the darkness.
Everything stopped.
The puple thing was dead, the hilt of a dagger stuck out of his chest. And leaning on him was a panting man. The hair colour was scarily similar to the purple creature, but everything else was normal.
He rose to his feet and turned to us. I hadn't realised that David had come over and now stood beside me. The strange man's mouth opened and closed, as if he was at a loss for words.
"Erm... hi?"