ISLAND FREE

Chapter 13: Under Attack

Riley was dead.
I couldn't believe it! She was the one person I was obsessed with! Yea, that's right, I was obsessed with her. Believed or not, it won't change my feelings. The first time I meet her, I was just in love. All I ever wanted was to be her best friend. But I don't even know if we even got to be friends. I know this sounds like some kind of love story, but it isn't. It's just about making friends. That was the thing with me. I wasn't that social, so it was hard for me to make friends. At home, I had 3 friends, best friends, and like 3 other friends. Making friends with my first best friend took no time. I was different when I was little. My second best fiends took 2 years. My third best friend took 1 1/2 year. And there is another friend I have, just not one of my best, but that took 3 years.
See, it is very hard for me to make friends quickly, just because I'm not social so I don't take the time to speak with them. You could say I'm shy, but unsocial would be a better word. And I was really hoping to become friends with Riley, I really liked her. A lot.
But the past is in the past, and wee just have to move on in life, and before I do right now, I must deal with what was in front of me. Or rather should I say who.
The second Riley's dead body hit the ground with a loud thump, her hand had knocked over the coconut shell full of berry smoothy. I wanted to drink that, I was getting hungry.
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Up until today, we had all lived peacefully in this island. And 2 days after we arrive, we get attacked by some unknown, thief-like man. But that wasn't it. There were more of them.
With my dark brown, layered, a little more than shoulder lengthen hair flew forward to my face in the wind, (and so did my navy blue, knee length simple dress with a flower frame on the end of the sleeves and the end of the dress it self), the attacker looked straight into my eyes. He looked like he was in his 30s and with light brown, sleek hair, baggy, dirty pants which looked 2 sizes larger, a dark green, large T-shirt, and a rifle in one hand which he had just used to shoot Riley. He gradually, slowly lowered it, so that it pointed to the ground. He had no intention to kill me. From behind, I heard the others' footsteps running fast and vigorously towards me. They stopped in their tracks once they saw the assassin and Riley's dead body. She was prone to the ground, as blood pieced down through her chest, and almost coming from her neck.
The assassin didn't kill the, either. I guess he had killed Riley to get our attention. On his face was a blank, yet stern, stiff, and cold expression. He didn't change it. I thought he was going to kill me as he started to pull his rifle up again. I wanted to raise my hands in confession, although I had nothing to confess, just the promise to not move, as he wanted. But you don't do this to a criminal it only works with police. They know ge law. But these people are criminals, they do the opposite of the law. So I just stayed still with a pale, terrified expression. I didn't know how the others looked, they were behind me. But I can guess they were stiff as a statue, just like me. Inside me, a terrifying, freaking-out panic ran though my heart. And it wouldn't stop.
The assassin continued to gradually move his rifle up, so that it pointed to us.  With an evil smirk starting to form on his face, he said in a low, serious toned, slow voice, "don't move," and pressed hard onto the rifle button thing which let out the bullet in the direction right of me. It was an inch away from hitting my right arm, but it didn't. It would hit someone behind me!
As the bullet went passed me, I didn't move, it made a small whistling sound. And when it had hit its target, it kind of exploded. boom! A loud shot, a loud sound it let out, just as the bucket before had let out the sound when it had hit Riley.
The next thing I knew was that there was a bag over my head, my hands tied behind my back, me leaning against some kind of tree which I was also tied to. As I opened my eyes, the only bit of light I could see was the few dim rays coming in through the tiny holes of the bag. My head hurting as badly as it had never before, I could hear faint sounds. Then a small sound of a snake, I almost thought it was, coming from behind me; coming into my right ear. I felt someone cut the rope. Then take the bag off my head which brought some relief because I was almost suffocating under that bag. And I desperately wanted to see. Then that person, who ever it was, cut the rope tying my hands together, and that also gave relief. My hands felt free, and able to breath and move with its own will. Well, technically my will. Anyways, my whole body felt free once I stood up and started to stretch. The person, I don't know who, took my hand,many began running with me on her tail. I was tripping, of coarse, because I was never read to run. So much for that temporary enjoyment of feeling free after being released by the ropes. Anyways, it was getting dark, the sun had already set, and I had no idea who this person was, nor to where she was taking me. I couldn't focus on her, I was still terrified, and of coarse, very, very confused. With my foggy, clustered mind, the only thing I could do for now was keep running.