Chapter 2: Prisoner, Part I: Run

Refer to chapter 1 for disclaimer; the song featured is called "Woke From Dreaming" by The Delgados. Italics are thoughts, italics in " speech " marks are voices inside a person's head and anything underlined is a song; the rest of story will be written in present tense.

"You are not welcome here..."

Hearing voices in your head usually makes you wake with a start. Especially when you wake on a strange forest floor and your lovable, slightly dim-witted though very strong stallion had abandoned you for reasons unknown.

Woke from dreaming

And there's blood on your hands. Fresh, wet blood.

You don't like blood. In fact, you loathe it; it's your greatest fear actually, but you had a reputation for being fearless and intimidating and you wanted to keep it that way.

You scream and stupidly start wiping your hands on your indigo riding dress and sky blue petticoats exposed by the spilt in the skirt. Your cloak, your torn, shredded, mud-caked cloak is beyond repair, and you rip it from your neck. The clasp cuts a small scratch and it stings.

You look closer at the offending item; there are four tears that go from the shoulders all the way down.

But it took convincing I was shaking screaming

I was still alive

The slashes look as if a creature with sharp claws had tried to seize you from behind, but failed.

And you were picking strangers from the side of roadways

Little little let the danger unfold

You hear thundering in the distance, like the footsteps of a small army going into battle. You are sure of this because these footsteps are accompanied by unhuman, war-like cries.

As you quickly come to your feet an arrow embeds itself in the tree next to you.

RUN.

Ok, this was a super short chapter because I didn't get any reviews for the first chapter and I didn't want to update if no one would read this. If I update, the next chapter's going to have the rest of this… So if you like this or know how i can improve it, tell me in a review, please?