As fast as my eyes could see the door of the bedroom, I threw myself up from the bed, thankfully still in my clothes and I dashed for the door, only to have the insane tycoon come after me, grasping my arms as I ran and pulling me back and away from the door, only to have me start screaming at the top of my lungs. I knew no-one would come but of course it was a natural response to being gripped by an insane man. Whilst he pulled he back, he put his hand over my mouth trying to hush me, but instead I just pushed my teeth into his hand which made him yelp and throw me forwards and away from him, which threw me right into a table at the corner of the room which clattered over with me as I lay in a pile on the floor.

"Insolent girl," He uttered to me as he was down on one knee, holding his hand in the other as blood came from the wound. "You need to learn that there's no escape from heroes like me. I'm telling you you're going to get killed." He said as he slowly came to his feet as I continued to lie in the heap.

If he thought that I was going to keep still in his room with him, he must truly not understand who he really is. My whole time with the gangs I was always told to fear and yet be very angry towards the man in white, and that I was. Even being close to him was terrifying me, yet still, if I can remember correctly, didn't he shoot a Balverine to save me life? What has gotten into this insane man?

"If you've thrown out those stiches I won't be happy with you, I had to almost pay the doctor – but I shot him in the end anyway." He said as he came to his feet slowly and flicking his hand so the blood that was draining from the bite wound flew across the room, thankfully the bedroom was red anyway. He stared at me for a moment, as if in true disgust before he began to approach me and I would've tried to move if it wasn't for the shooting pain that coursed through my body from my side. I would've almost forgot as I was having so much of an adrenaline rush, I almost forgot a Balverine took a good chunk out of me.

"You should be thankful that I managed to reverse the Balverine attack effects! You really are a cruel girl, aren't you?" He asked in too a serious and yet sarcastic tone. All I could do was look at him with a tired look in my eyes, making him laugh to himself.

"Oh, you revolutionaries never learn, do you?" He said as he walked over my way, making me brace for impact, but instead, he just pulled the table from my body and threw it aside as it smashed against a back wall. It seemed he had little regard for his own belongings too, and slowly he leaned over and began to help me up before with the last of my strength I kicked forwards and kicked him straight in the rib cage, and with another yelp he tumbled to the floor with a growl.

I saw in that moment when I kicked him that he was about to reach for his gun, but his hand somewhat froze in place as if he was forcing himself not to and I couldn't see why. At this point I would've much preferred to be shot then be a captive of white coat.

"Alright, you stupid girl," He uttered as once more he pulled himself to his knees. "You're no normal revolutionary and we both know that now. I'm a Hero and no regular person should be able to kick me around." He said as he once more came to his feet, pulling his gun from his holster and pointing it towards me.

My heart stopped at that moment as I knew I couldn't move I was in so much pain.

"Listen to me, girl," He said as the gun pointed between my eyes. "I need you to do something – Concentrate, girl. Concentrate, Anastasia." In that moment, he pulled the trigger and that was all my mind was on, that gun, that bullet. I shut my eyes naturally as I concentrated as hard as I could on the bullet coming straight for me, not sure why he was making me do that, maybe to make me think of my death more? Yet, all of a sudden, I heard a loud gasp and I slowly opened my eyes and I too gasped.

The bullet was hovering just in front of my face.

I slowly put my hands out and the bullet then fell into them as my thoughts dropped, and as I looked up, white coat was looking at me with the most horrified look I'd ever seen on anyone's face.

"So, I was right… You're a Hero," He looked me right in the eyes as I looked back at him with just as an afraid look. "A Hero of will."

Not even I at that point could believe what I'd done. If I didn't see myself do that with the bullet, I would've never have believed it, but…there it was. This man, Reaver, must've really had a hunch to take such a big step to just shoot me right in between the eyes and not even another limb – he must've been sure, very sure.

"I thought all the heroes apart from the Queen were long gone. You're just like that man Garth, you must be strong. Now this really does change the game, now doesn't it? You could use that bullet right there, right now to kill me, but you won't will you?" He asked me as I slowly helped myself up, using the wall for support as I did so.

"I might just," I answered. "What makes you think I won't do it?" I asked him in genuine curiosity as he began to chuckle in that mad way again.

"Because, Ana. It's far too late already." As he said that, I suddenly felt a smack on the back of my head and I saw blood run over my vision, before I collapsed and passed out cold once more. How many times was I to fall silent in front of this man?

As I blinked my eyes open again, a feeling of coldness surrounded me, I opened my eyes to see the Rookridge forest all around me, and as gasp escaped my lips as I quickly got into a sitting up position, completely and utterly dumbfounded and confused to how or why I was here – I thought I'd wake up tied up or something, but…no. As I looked around, I noticed I must've been quite deep in the forest as I noticed the mountains were very close to me, so slowly coming to my feet, a very bad headache and the pain in my side hurting me, I began to trek to where I knew the Rooks would be.

As I walked along, all I could do was think to myself as there wasn't much else to do or look at. I thought of the whole affair and I couldn't figure out in my head why Reaver didn't just murder me, why he thought I was a Hero and why he left me here in my own territory. It was becoming clearer and clearer that in fact my higher ups were right, that this all just was a game to him and nothing more. It was so much more frightening although in that sense, but I wasn't prepared to back down just yet.

As I kept walking, I began to hear the sound of voices talking and I kept stumbling forwards until I saw my whole gang sitting there, their backs turned to me as they sat around a huge fire, and I had to take a moment just to breathe to myself. I wondered if they'd be angry at me or even force me to leave the gangs because of how troublesome I'd been to all of them. I wanted them to be safe and happy, but with me…I was just attracting that man in white. As the leader said before my short kidnapping, it seemed that that man did have some sort of sick obsession with me. I mean like most evil men he found the hurt of others funny, but this was…different.

As I was about to walk a bit more, I accidently stepped on a large twig which snapped loudly and every single person sitting around the fire turned around in complete sync with all sorts of weapons held up, some just even holding rocks in their hands, but as they realized it was me, they all paused and some even dropped all of their things.

The leader of the group slowly stood up from his sitting place and slower than ever he began to walk to me from afar as everyone watched in silence as he came to me. As he reached me he paused for a moment as if he was going to say something before he just embraced me into a tight hug, and with that I began to hug him back as everyone else ran to me and joined in on the hug, all of us falling to our knees.

We were not just a gang – we were family.

After some time of explaining what happened at that in fact I seemed to be a Hero, they all congratulated me on my grand escape and they were so glad I was alive, but then he came into the conversation.

"He seemed to have left me here, or a servant perhaps," I shrugged. "I have no idea why." I said as the group frowned and looked away.

"That's…strange. Reaver and his crew left the country three days ago for Samarkland, or so the papers say." The leader said as my heart sunk. That suggested that I'd been in the forest asleep for several days, that's rather…frightening. I must be a Hero if I didn't freeze to death.

"So…what are we going to do now?" I asked them in genuine curiosity as the leader sighed.

"We're going to go on a little trip, Anastasia. We're going to join our aristocratic friend in Samarkland."