Kent gasped for air as his legs burned and heart pounded. While his plan had worked for the meantime, it would take more than a little fall to stop the Assassin completely. Kent had only postponed the inevitable, for he knew from the reports that she could stay at a steady, fast run for hours. Kent, while strong and fairly athletic, could do a steady run for maybe 30 minutes, tops. She would eventually catch him. Cold shards of fear stabbed his stomach as he realized, that due to his fall into the stream, the letters were ruined. Sure, he remembered the message, but that was just it. In order for Shadow Demon to obtain the information, HE would have to tell her himself. If he refused to give the information, she would torture him for it, and it was that thought that sent him running faster.
With what little breath he had, he screamed for help, but it was useless as there was no one around. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a massive black shape keeping pace with him, and dread filled his heart as he realized it was a wolf… with ice blue eyes. He had heard the stories of the Assassin being a shapeshifter, but he never believed them, until now. While running alongside Kent, Shadow Demon also closed the distance between them.
By then, the sun had set and the forest was dark and Kent ran on practically blind as branches whipped at his face, leaving small cuts that trickled blood. Glancing to the side again, Kent cried out in fear as he saw her closing in. But shifting his eyes proved to be a mistake as Kent ran headfirst into a low branch, causing him to abruptly hit the dirt on his back, his vison wobbling and threatening to disappear completely. With a groan, Kent tried to sit up only to fall back down, his head swimming. A whimper bubbled in his throat as he saw Shadow Demon, who was back in her human form, approaching him.
"Well, congrats man. You officially failed in escaping," she chuckled softly, clapping slowly. Then she tilted her head as she gazed down at the stunned and injured Brit who lay sprawled on his back like a turtle. "One thing you did achieve, though, is a bloody forehead," she said, kneeling down beside Kent's head to get a better look at where a bruise was starting to form.
With what little strength he had, Kent tried to move away, but Shadow Demon pinned one arm down so the only way he could roll was towards her, and that was the last thing he wanted.
"Hey, come on now. I would think by now you'd've realized you can't escape," the Assassin said, reaching behind her to grab something off her belt.
Fearing a knife or even her pistol, Kent cried, "P-Please don't hurt m-me! I'm s-sorry I ran, really!"
The Assassin gave him an odd look as she pulled a rag soaked in something out from behind her. "Hurt you? I have no desire for that. At least, as long as you cooperate with us," she said, holding the rag in Kent's line of sight.
As his eyes took in the rag and a slightly sweet and thick smell hit his nose, Kent realized that the cloth was probably soaked in some type of drug and that Shadow Demon was going to knock him out. His eyes widened and he struggled to free himself from her grip. "W-Wait! Please! Don't knock m-me out! Please! Please!" Kent screamed, struggling to escape the Assassin's grip as she placed her knee on his chest to hold him still. He tried in vain to push her off, but he was still far too weak. "Please, Shadow Demon! Please!" Kent pleaded with shrill, terror stricken cries.
"Easy lad. Don't worry, you'll be fine," Shadow Demon said, then clamped the rag over his mouth and nose.
Kent's eyes widened and tears fell as he held his breath and he tried desperately to get the rag off his face, but he couldn't. He turned his eyes up to Shadow Demon's and begged silently for her to stop. She showed no pity as she pressed down with her knee on his chest, forcing the air from his lungs slowly. Soon it was too much and Kent had to gasp for air. The resulting effect was immediate, and Kent felt himself losing consciousness. He fought the darkness, but it proved to be too much as he slowly lost feeling and his eyes closed.
"Goodnight, lobsterback."
