The Red Forest

Kidnapped Again

"Fainting much?"
I heard a warm voice next to me. I was surrounded by red trees again. I took a deep breath and slowly looked around. My body soon layed back down from pain. The voice came closer. "Rest baby, It'll be alright.." The voice made me relax, and made me comfortable. I gasped, "w-water..." The voice ran and poured some water inside my mouth.

I swallowed the water and my eyes focused to the shades of red colors surrounding me. Someone's face was looking at mine, and I didn't know who it was until my mind had come back to realization. I still hadn't known his name yet. I reach out and he let me caress his face. His warm, smooth skin soothed my mind and I felt at peace. I sat up and looked at my legs. They had band aids around them, but there were no serious burns. "You'll be okay." He said softly, and I layed back down. It was hard to move with my injured feet. He raised his eyebrows as if he remembered something. "Oh yeah. I made something for you." He puled out something from behind him. They were wooden crutches. I smiled and thanked him. I took them carefully and I put my weight on them so I can stand up. In a few seconds I was already up and I knew I really liked these new crutches. They were perfect size and it was comfortable to hold. I saw a small carving on the side, and I read it. It said my name on it. "ANON ♥" it said. I blushed and continued to attempt walking. I succeeded walking a few steps, but my foot felt weird and I fell on him. "whoah, there. you alright? you should rest a little more." He hugged me and put me back onto the soft leaf bed. He told me he was going to hunt some food and that I need to scream if something came towards me. "okay..thanks." I said weakly. I relaxed again and began to wait for him to come back. After a few minutes I thought I heard some leaves rustle towards the right, so I assumed it was a squirrel. I squinted towards the sound and looked for it. Instead, in front of my eyes were someone's feet and they weren't his.

I opened my mouth but before I could say anything the covered my mouth. I tried to punch them but I was too tired and in pain. My attacks were slow and the man tied my hands together and tied something around my mouth so I couldn't speak. I tried to run but my legs were numb from the running and burning from the other day. I sat there, seeing all our supplies get robbed when I heard the boy coming back. The man cursed and put me in a bad and started to run. I tried to rip the bag open but it was too sturdy. I could hear footsteps chase after us.

I heard the boy's muffled screams. "stop! I'll kill you!" I continued to claw at the bag but it was too thick and my energy began to wear out. Who is this? what is happening? No weapons were in my pocket. I could do nothing. The person holding my bag stopped and I heard him fall onto his knees. "I threw a rock!" I heard the familiar voice get closer, but the kidnapper stood back up and began to sprint.  The boy's footsteps began to fade away, and finally the place I've been clawing at made a tiny hole big enough so I can see where I was. The boy's silhouette disappeared, and I was alone with the bag and the kidnapper. We were in a dark alley in some city I didn't recognize, and the running stopped. The person dropped me down hard and untied the bag so I can see. I popped out as fast as I can and began running, but their hand gripped my wrist tightly and a deep voice told me, "you're mine now." I looked at he figure and saw that it was a boy about 18 years old with ice green eyes. His mouth was covered with a black handkerchief and he wore all black. His icy glare distracted me and weakened me but the thought of my dead family bought my energy back to life. I growled and yanked my hand away. He was tall. I staggered back to him and butted my head into his throat. I coughed and spat out blood. He then reached into his jeans pocket and pulled 4 blades out. He threw 2 at me and to my surprise, my body reacted quickly and caught the knives by their rubber handles. He glared at me and got ready to stab. I did too. I had a disadvantage though, since I was injured, but I was going to do my best to win. He growled and feinted to the right and zoomed to the left. My eyes followed his movement as the shiny metal neared my face. I ducked but it scratched my cheek. I took a breath and swung my knife back at him in response. He jumped and I missed. Right as he landed I threw one knife at his legs and one at his heart. He tried to move but I was too quick. The knife headed towards his ankle and pierced his vain. Blood splattered everywhere. The knife going towards his heart was a little weaker and wasn't strong enough to go through his body. I knew it was only a few centimeters from his actual heart. I just had to push it a little harder. He gasped and his eyes widened. He quickly pulled out a gun and aimed at me. It was a shotgun, not very efficient for aim. Knowing this, I made zig zag movement toward him and reached toward the knife still in his chest. He shot at me and skimmed my injured left hand. I pushed the knife in hard and just as I fell to the ground, I saw the tip of the blade come out from his back. "AARRRGGHH" His scream echoed through the city. I breathed heavily. All that movement tired me. But I knew it wasn't safe here. This was no ordinary city. I had to get out of here. I know his scream would send more monsters to me.

"Shut up." I whispered into his ear.
He quickly got out of my hands and kicked me to the ground. He kicked me hard, hard enough to make me cough up blood. Blood streamed down my mouth and he stood next to me. He grabbed my hair and observed my face. He spit on me, "Not bad for your age, not bad." He threw me back to the ground and my head hit a rock, and pain rushed through my body. I layed still, and he tied me up and put me in his bag again.