Chapter 4
She ran. She ran for her life. She ran in a zigzagged pattern, dodging bullets. She could feel them behind her, their large awkward feet pounding the pavement. She heard their heavy, labored breathing, and knew that if she just made it to the park; then she could easily lose them among the foliage. They were already tired, about ready to drop, and she was barely winded. This night had not gone as planned. Not as she had planned anyways. She hadn't meant to rob a mob boss' gallery. Well, she had meant to, but she didn't know whose gallery she was robbing. She was simply doing what she had been told to. She hadn't expected these thugs to show up. Especially thugs with guns.
She had been told that that there would be no warm bodies, and minimal security, which would be easily disabled. But then these two idiots had shown up, shooting at her and yelling all sorts of profanity. Apparently they had fallen asleep on the job, and were now extremely worried that they were going to be in big trouble with 'The Boss' and had to 'Kill this bitch before she gets away with any of Tommy Boss' stuff'. Personally, she didn't think it was her fault if they had fallen asleep and were incapable of doing their job. She was just doing hers, after all. She saw the soft green light of the park up ahead. She increased her speed, a renewed vigor within her. She was going to make it; she was going to beat these idiots! She heard their wheezing fall farther behind and she knew that she had made it.
'Mission accomplished' she thought to herself.
She slowed down just a bit, to catch her breath, and began to run in a straight line. She thought that she was safe, that she could afford the slight change in pace and direction. Little did she know that that would be her fatal mistake. The blundering thugs, seeing their quarry getting away, decided to take one last shot at her, hoping to bring her down. They aimed, cocked there sawed- off shotguns, and fired. And unfortunately for her, luck was on their side. It was a crazy shot, a one in a million, and yet it still hit her. She cried out in agony, feeling a hot flash of pain dig into her left shoulder. She stumbled forwards, desperate to get away from them, looking for shelter, now that she had been hit. She wasn't going to be able to outrun them now. She had to hide. She couldn't be caught. She just couldn't. She ran onwards, clutching her shoulder, looking around in haste. She could hear them, searching for her, tripping through the underbrush. She heard them yelling to each other, asking each other if they had hit her, and searching, still searching.
That's when she saw it. A few bushes up ahead, growing closely together, with a small indentation in the bottom of the bushes. She thought that she just might be able to squeeze her body into the small space. But she had to hurry. She took a breath, getting onto her hands and knees, hoping that the small enclave wasn't some snakes or skunks home. She crawled into the space. It was a tight squeeze and she had to curl into the fetal position, clutching her right hand to her shoulder, the other hand had a tight grip on the bag of stolen loot. She didn't feel the quick bite of an angry snake or smell the horrible stench of an upset skunk, so she decided that she was lucky in that aspect. She hoped they would give up their search soon, so she could get back to the base. She had to get medical attention, and soon. She felt the hot blood pouring out from the wound, flowing in between her fingers, down her body, and to the ground, gathering into a little puddle. She lay there, waiting for it to get quiet, waiting for the sounds of searching to go away. After about ten minutes, she began to feel dizzy. Her vision began to get fuzzy, and the world seemed to turn upside down. The dizziness got worse, and patches of black began to swim in front of her eyes. She had the intense desire to go to sleep, to let it all slip away. Her limbs began to cramp, and she wondered why it was that she was in this uncomfortable position. Then she remembered. Her eyes snapped open as she remembered that she was hiding, hiding for her life, and for others.
'It must be the blood loss...' she thought 'the blood loss is making me dizzy…'
She wondered if they had left, if they had given up, if they were gone. She closed her eyes, listening for a sound, any sound. All was quiet. She stretched out her legs, preparing to crawl out from her hiding place. She shifted her shoulder slightly, hitting it against the ground in her rush, and consequently screaming out in pain. She clasped her hand to her mouth, the movement causing another wave of pain to wash through her body. Her vision began to get blurry again. She could feel unconsciousness coming, no matter how hard she tried to fight it. She froze, listening again, hoping no one had heard her scream. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard soft footsteps approaching her hiding place. She attempted to curl back up, to hide herself, for she could do nothing else. But it was too late. Booted feet stopped in front of her hiding place, and shifted slightly. Her eyes closed. She could do nothing to defend herself. She was in to much pain, she was too weak.
"I knew I would eventually find you if I was patient enough, NightHawk." A soft voice murmured.
Shock washed over her. She didn't even attempt to struggle as warm, strong arms gripped her body, and gently lifted her up. She was cradled against a firm chest, her head tucked into a soft throat, and she felt her saviors, or her captors, pulse, throbbing softly next to her ear. She was astonished, dumbstruck, and unable to speak.
'Only one person knows that name' she thought 'only one person…-'
Before she could ponder any further, her body went limp, and she slipped into blessed, painless darkness.
Well, there you go! The 4th chapter! I hope you liked it! I'm already working on the 5th, so please be patient, I will upload it soon! PLEASE REVIEW! I WANT TO KNOW IF ANYONE IS EVEN READING THIS STORY! I ALSO WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT HOW I COULD IMPROVE IT. SO PLEASE BE A DEAR AND REVIEW! THANKS! ; )