Chapter 9
That night, a dark haired woman ran in the woods, chasing a rabbit. The rabbit was a fast one as it moved in different directions to confuse the chaser. Unfortunately for the rabbit, the chaser was just as quick. She dived and caught the rabbit.
"Gotcha!" She said triumphantly.
"Miss?" Startled, the she searched for the voice and absently released the rabbit and it scurried away. She looked at the rabbit as it disappear into the undergrowth.
"Oh," She groaned. She'll have to find another meal. She turned her attention back to Strife who was tied to a tree.
"Why are you tied to a tree?" The truth was Death tied Strife to the tree so he wouldn't escape but Strife wasn't going to tell her that. He had a better idea- lie.
"Lord War's men attacked me and tied me up." The woman smiled, knowing full well he was lying. She knew who really tied him up.
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Well, why didn't they kill you?" She asked.
"Kill me? Uh, oh, they want me to suffer a painful, and starving death. I also think I saw a family of birds looking at me like I was some tasty meal. So, could you help me? Please?" He said more innocently.
"May I have your name too by the way. We've seen each other for two nights and we haven't exchanged pleasantries."
"Fury."
"I'm Strife, Fury. Could you please help though? I think I'm losing blood circulation in my hands." He pleaded again.
"Please?" Fury smiled at his antics. He was lying and wasn't in as much pain as he fabricated, but it was a pity to leave him tied up like that. What harm could it be releasing him? She walked over to him, pulled out a small knife she had with her and cut the thick rope that held Strife's wrist. A tiger's roar broke the stillness of the woods. Fury looked back, searching where the roar came from.
"Hey," She turned around and Strife was gone.
"Thank you for your help, Fury. Tell Death he ties a wicked knot." Strife's voice echoed in the distance. He was running away and not coming back.
"Oh, no." Fury groaned. The roar sounded again.
"He's going to kill me!"