The Burning Girl

Chapter 1 - A N N A

AN- Hey guys, thank you so much for reading this, but please remember that this is my story, and if you want to appreciate it, write some comments, but DO NOT COPY IT! Normally I'm a sweet individual who rarely loses her temper. BUT if you copy my ideas and/or steal my story ---- there will be blood. Love you all and just wanted to get that nasty thing out the way.

I hope you love this story as much as I do!

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❦Tolly Lawrey❦ xxx

Listen to Untravelled Road by Thousand Foot Krutch

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The concrete sprawls ahead of me; my feet pounding fast. No time to glance over my shoulder, but I can hear them gaining on me. The sounds of soles skidding against the ground fills my ears as they chase me, mixed with the loud pounding of my heart beat. My breath is tearing in and out of my chest, ripping my throat with every icy lungful I inhale. I hear whoops of laughter and cries of "Keep running darling!" behind me, like the yips and cackles a wolf pack make as they hunt. The flick of knives being pulled from jean and jacket pockets, the resonant click of guns being aimed at my head.

I turn a corner, speeding down the street in the shadow of the Thames. I've always hated London at night, the feeling of claustrophobia never seems to escape me. I pray it offers me some cover, but the roar of an engine bursts into my soundscape, dulling all my other senses. Never has the term rabbit in the headlights been more accurate.
My lungs are bursting; burning from the exertion. The roaring in my ears grows louder and louder and just up ahead I can see an alley hidden behind some old cars. I grab the wall and wheel round the corner into the T junction and sprint to the end hoping to find some means of escape.

A ladder.

Who knows where it leads to, but I lunge forward with both hands and start rapidly climbing to the roof top above. I'm on the roof, but with only a moment spare.

I hear the engine stop and sounds of annoyance and curses rise in the air. I creep along the flat roof of the warehouse, getting closer to the edge to hear.

"Where the bloody hell has she gone." I hear someone scream. "Tom!"

That must be Jim, I thought.

Getting closer to the edge, I can hear a scuffle, someone thrown to the floor and another pinned against the hood of the car. The tension in the air could draw blood. I can see the madness in Jim's face growing in his hysterics.
"Where ya go lassie?" He calls, "I know you can hear us you bitch! Did you really think you could escape me!"

I slowly shuffle back, squatting on the balls of my feet. A gun shot fires, followed by more shouts. I grow cold but do not dare move with my hunters underneath me. My thighs are groaning from the pressure, my ankles hurt and my toes are frozen. I grit my teeth and wait.

After a while, I hear discontented laughs and angry curses, combined with car doors slamming, and the screeching and groaning of the engine starting. Jim is whisked off in his plush car, while the rest of the Inner Circle is left behind to carry on searching. They walk on after a couple of minutes, talking in hushed whispers, with the occasional guffaw.

With a sigh of relief, which clouds like silver smoke in front of my face; I stretch my legs out and pummel them, attempting to get rid of the agonising cramps. Slowly the feeling in my fingers returns after what feels like hours of rubbing my hands together and blowing into them. I lie back, a small laugh escaping my lips. I had done it! I had outsmarted Jim and taken his most prized possession! I slip my hand into my coat pocket, careful not to let anything fall out. The chilled smoothness of the USB stick touches my fingers, imploring me to hold it tight. All I need to do now is find the safe house and meet up with the resistance. I've got to keep going and with this I will ruin Jim.

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