Isabella White and the Huntsman

C h a p t e r 3

Isabella's pov

I woke up from my daze still surrounded by dirt and trees. I got up and walked, I couldn't tell what direction I was going in because it all looked the same.

Suddenly I heard faint voices and it was coming closer. My mother won't give up will she? I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, which wasn't fast at all. I ducked under branches, through leaves, over mud and hid behind a few trees until I was out of breath. I found I hiding place in the roots of a tree that was tangled up like a cage. I ducked under sitting there shaking.

Someones footsteps went around the tree followed by some more behind me. I stayed incredibly still, knowing that if I move I'm dead. But I will be anyway because of my stupid footprints that are left in the dirt. I cursed under my breath and was about to slapped my hand in my forehead in frustration when a strong hand grabbed my arm, pulling me out my hiding place.

I gasped and let out a yelp before pleading whoever it was not to kill me.

'Please don't kill me! Please!! Help me.' I begged as I looked up and saw a handsome man that was towering over me. He glared at me then his eyes narrowed and then softened.

'Well done huntsman.' Marcus clapped as the huntsman snapped his head in his direction.

'Now hand her over.' Marcus demands.

'What are you going to do to her?' He snapped at Marcus . I couldn't stop my uncontrollable breathing.

'The queens going to kill me!' I blurted out in panic.

'Aww, hand her over huntsman.' Marcus declared.

'Not until Savarina brings back my sister!' He shouted. Marcus's  face fell into disappointment.

'The queen has many powers, but to bring someone back from the dead... Not even her powers can do that you fool!' Marcus snorted like the huntsman was crazy.

That's when the huntsman let go of me and started marching towards him with anger in his eyes.

'I WANT MY SISTER BACK NOW! She promised!' He screamed at him. With my heart beating a million times per second, I took that chance to bolt. I don't know where I was going and I didn't care, I just wanted to die. My life isn't going to get better anyways.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist, my eyes widened in horror as I nearly screamed but I hand was placed over my mouth to stop me.

'Shh shh, okay? Your okay. Now when I remove my hand you don't make a noise okay?' The huntsman whispers to me. I nodded in agreement but once he let go I instantly slapped him on his pretty little face.

Then with a swift move I snatched the knife from his pocket and held it out in front of me towards him.
He grunts and turns to me.

'Who are you, why does the queen want you dead?' He growls.

'She wants everyone dead!' I snapped.

'Why are you much value?' He growls again. I glared at him and realised that he doesn't know who I am. He doesn't know.

'You should know your the one hunting me!' I said cocking an eyebrow.

He shook his head and picked up his axe.
'Forget it.' He gumbled starting to walk off.

'Where are you going? If you go back there, your dead. If you leave me... I'm dead.' I called after him.

He turned around and thought for a moment before sighing.

'Fine, but you better keep up. And give me that before you loose a finger.' He said snatching the knife in my hand back off me to put in his belt. Then he walked though the bushes with me following behind.