I kept walking. I couldn't turn back. I wanted to return, but what would they do if I did? No. I must keep going. Looking around, a sign caught my attention.
"Bayer Woods," it said.
"I'm here."
I enter the forest. This seems like a safe place to hide. As I look around a piece of paper caught my attention. As I look closer I see that it was a wanted sign. For...a murderer.
"Great. Just what I needed." I said sarcastically. I needed to walk faster. I couldn't be caught now.
I kept on walking. After about five minutes, I started hearing footsteps. I thought I was alone!
"Hello?" I asked, looking around. My heart was beating out of my chest and I started to sweat.
"I know you're there! Just show yourself!" I adjusted my scarf in a hurry so it wouldn't slip. It was a warm summer evening but I didn't care. I took a few steps back. The footsteps started getting faster by the second. I felt something crash into me, and next thing I knew I was slammed against a tree by a figure with a knife. Her hand was on the tree and her knife was near my chest. It all happened in such a blur.
"Oh...just a bystander." She said, slowly drawing away her knife.
As I started to calm down a bit, I could see that her had red hair and an eyepatch. It seemed to remind me of something...
"Still, I shouldn't miss a chance to kill off a witness." She continued.
"Excuse me, but I would appreciate it if you didn't threaten me against a tree?" I exclaimed. What was I thinking?!
She just stared at me silently.
"Hmph. How pathetic. I would've expected you to put up a fight." She stated.
I didn't know whether to feel offended or relieved. Whatever. It doesn't matter now.
"Well...excuse me for trying to live." I carelessly respond.
"Don't sass me."
"Wasn't trying to!"
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?!"
That actually was a really good question. I had no idea who this was.
"No, actually." I answered.
She starts moving some of her hair, her bangs specifically.
"Then take a good look..."
I saw that she had an eyepatch underneath her red hair.
"AND TELL ME!" She exclaimed.
Just great. I thought. It's the murderer on the flyer. Damnit. And she's over dramatic too.
"Run."
What was th-"
"RUN. Before I change my mind about sparing you!"
Now she was starting to get on my nerves.
"Calm down! Let's just talk this out like civilized people."
She just looks at me with a funny look. Then she starts laughing.
"Ha! I thought that by now you would realize that I'm not civilized. You know, considering that I threatened you and all."
"Well you're calm now." I said, relieved. "Who are you anyways? You never told me your name."
The redhead looked at me as she introduced herself.
"Robin. I thought you read the flyer?"
Right. The flyer. I forgot about that.
"I did...but...the name was smudged. I'm Iris by the way."
She looked at me with a smile on her face.
"Listen, I like you. I'm willing to let you hide out with me. But..."
At this point, I'm lucky that I haven't been stabbed.
She continued. "If you tell the cops I'm here, I'll kill you."
Somehow, it surprised me that she said it so calmly. Then again, I'm talking with a heartless murderer.
"Wasn't going to." I told her. "Besides, even if I did..." I pause and gently clutch my scarf. "I'd be dead where I stood..."
She didn't seem to care. She has a clueless expression on her face.
"Whatever. Let's head out."
And so we left.
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General Fiction"A gang member, that's all she'll ever be," they told her. "You can't get out of this" they had said. "You made your choice" they reminded her. She ignored these comments and kept on her journey, unaware about what would happen next. "I can't kee...
