It felt like I was living in a horror film. My whole reality in that moment had become full of terror and pain - and the smell of Shawn's blood that was dripping onto my shirt from the bullet hole in his knee. I could hear shouts behind me coming from Hastings - and he sounded angry. Really angry.

The trees were close together and while that made it hard for Hastings to follow, it also made it hard to run. I didn't dare look back as I dodged tree after tree, disparately hoping I didn't hit Shawn's head on anything.

"Gus!" Shawn wheezed in my ear. "Don't run straight!"

"What?"

Shawn slapped at my arm a little. "Don't run in a straight line! You've gotta zig-zag!"

I finally caught on to what he was saying, remembering something Shawn had said about being taught about getting chased from Henry.

Gripping Shawn tighter, I weaved in and out of the trees, finding it easier to navigate the dense forest that way. But I was running on pure adrenaline and I knew I couldn't go like this much longer.

Shawn slapped my arm again. "Over there!" He hissed, waving his hand to my left.

I looked up and saw a huge rotting long laying in the mud.

"You want to hide in that gross log?" I asked. But I knew we didn't have a lot of options. Hastings was almost upon us.

"Just go, Gus!"

I ran that last few feet to where the log lay and dropped to my knees. Shawn rolled off my back and dragged himself on his elbows into the log. I followed, and we both collapsed in the tight space. Shawn's blood soaked knee banged into mine and he choked on a yell as we heard footsteps crunching on the dead leaves just a few feets away. Shawn bit down on his sleeve and we both tried not to breathe too loudly. From my uncomfortable position, I could see Hastings feet. He was twisting this way and that, gun at his side.

"You can't hide forever!" He yelled and then laughed, sounding like a drunkard.

Hastings' feet moved again and I listened as he ran off into the trees, hollering something that I couldn't hear. I waited until I couldn't hear him anymore before letting out the air I had been holding in. Panting, I craned my kneck over to look at Shawn.

"Hey, how's the knee?"

Shawn grimaced. "The bullet's still in there," He whispered, gritting his teeth. He looked up. "Thanks, man. You saved my life back there."

I just shook my head. "There was no way I was leaving you to die in the hands of a psychopath."

Shawn pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Hey, I've got a little bit of a signal!"

"Call Lassie! Or Juliet! Or Your Dad!" I said, feeling better than I had all day.

Shawn dialed and hit speakerphone. It rang twice before Mr Spencer picked up.

"Shawn?" He grunted, sounding annoyed.

"Hey, Dad," Shawn said quietly, leaning closer to the phone.

"Shawn? You okay, kid?" Mr Spencer's voice changed from annoyed to concerned in a second, something I'd heard a million times growing up. Shawn normally sounded perky, even when being held at gunpoint, but when he was in pain, his voice betrayed it right away.

Shawn took a breath. "Gus and I are kind of stuck in the woods. I'm not actually sure where we are, but there's an old warehouse that we just escaped from."

"Escaped?"

"Gwen Hastings was chasing us!" I said into the phone.

"What?!" Mr Spencer yelled, making me flinch. "How did...Where is...How did you even find him?!"

"We didn't find him," Shawn said wearily. "He found us."

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short and sot of chopped off I know, but my brain isn't working and I really wanted to update! sorry for the long wait! and don't worry,

there is more wackiness and whump to follow! not sure how it's gonna happen yet but it's gonna be epic! :) thank for all the kind reviews!

more coming soon! :)