By the Bow and Brush
Whipping her forehead, she picked up another arrow. Knocking it she pulled the string back and closed one eye. Focusing on the red circle, she released her breath and let go of the string. Watching as the spinning arrow sped towards the target. Smack! Another bullseye. She walked towards the target and pulled her arrow out and refilled the quiver on her back. Through the upbeat music of her cd player she heard a loud horn. Pausing then stopping the additional sounds, she looked around. Then she spotted a small group of… things running towards her. She stood tall trying to tell what they were and why they were running towards her. Thinking on the date she knew that there would be no one to help her if indeed these newcomers were foe not friend. Without time to think, they were upon her. She looked upon their pierced and scared faces, their pointed ears and deadly looking weapons.
"Can I help you?" she asked them, leaning on her bow. They whispered amongst themselves in some language she didn't know. It looked like they were trying to decide whether to kill or rape her. She looked for a way out.
"Well…I have to go now… Bye!" she said quickly as she turned and ran as fast as she could towards the main building of the practice range. She could hear them yelling behind her but she didn't want to risk looking. Almost there! Then she felt the teeth of a blade slice through her shoulder. She stumbled but used her bow to keep from falling as she opened then door. She rushed in hen slammed the door shut and locked it. She briskly walked to the woman's locker room. Slightly wheezing she turned in front of a mirror. She could see the blade sticking out and the trail of blood holding her dark blue shirt to her back. She walked over to her locker and opened it. Grabbing her backpack she sat down.
"Shit.." now what… she didn't have any medical training. Was she suppose to pull the blade out now? She would have to go to a hospital…
"Do you need some assistance, young lady?" came a voice from near her. She looked up. Standing there was an older man in a brown suit.
Surprised she replied, "Yes, please. I'm afraid I've been stabbed and don't know what to do."
"Well don't worry." He said with a smile. "Turn around please. You may call me Brendon."
Standing up and turning around to face away from him she replied, "I'm Amber, Amber McDougal. I thank you for helping me." Brendon walked foreword and inspected her wound. Then opening a brown bad he had with him, he pulled out some bandages and asked her to lie on her stomach. Doing as he asked she braced herself for pain. She tried not to cry out as pulled the blade out. Then he wrapped it quickly. Sitting up she felt a little lightheaded.
"That's the best I can do for now, but I'll take you to someone who knows more about healing than I do." She nodded and slowly stood up. They both then turned their heads at the sound of yelling.
"Well, I think we better go now." He said smiling. With a nod she grabbed her backpack and her bow. "hold my hand." She looked at him, raising her eyebrow, but decided not to argue. At the moment of contact with his hand her world began to swim and swirl, then became dark.