Chapter 1

Running

A girl ran across the green soccerfield, her tangled, redd-brown hair whipping at her back. She couldn't keep running forever, but she had to. No looking back. She had known this was coming, she could have prepared. She could have done so many things. But it was bound to happen, it was her destiny, and however hard she fought, fate would prevail. It always does.

Her feet pounded at the ground loudly. Streams of tears carved clean paths down her filthy face. She was so tired, but she knew that she must forge on, and so she did. Silent tears turned into heaving sobs, and her pace slowed. Her head hurt terribly, and the dizziness was overwhelming. The world whirled around her, twisting and dancing, before it crashed completely. Black and gray patterns filled her vision, and the girl collapsed onto the ground. She had failed.

As her vision cleared, the runner could make out several small sheds clustered around a large building. The nearest shed was several yards away. With the rest of her strength, she crawled blindy through the doorway of the shack. In the corner of the hut there were a few large boxes. She pushed the crates to make sort of a wall, and curled up behind the makeshift shield. This would not keep out the enemy, but it would have to do. It was her last chance.

Outside, the definite sound of feet resonated through the field. The auburn-haired girl in the shed felt her heart stop. This was it. She had let everyone down. Footsteps came closer, as if they knew that she was in this hut. The runner's heart pounded harder than it ever had in her life. The tears were gone. Soon, she would be gone. She thought of her brother at home, probably playing a video. He had no idea that she was in danger. At least he was safe... but for how long? She had no way of contacting him to tell him to run. As soon as he had her, the enemy would surely scout out her little brother.

The approaching footsteps stopped. The girl behind the boxes prayed, but surely by the time they reached God, this would all be over. The door to the shed creaked open, and her pursuer strode confidently in.

"Hello, Amy. You can come out now." Came the smooth, clear voice. Her hatred for this boy surged. She had given everything to him, and he had betrayed her. She crept out from behind the boxes and glared at the enemy. His dark eyes were no longer beautiful, they were cruel. As she stood up shakily, still glaring, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.

Haha! I find this very funny. Next chapter you will see why. Well... you probably won't find it funny, but I find it very amusing. Haha.

Sorry it's so short! It's kind of a prologue... sort of... yeah.

Oh, and by the way, it's not who you think it is. ;)

&PBG&