Emmett’s POV
I first realized that somebody was chasing me when I heard a girlish scream coming from behind me. I sped up, beginning to get a little scared. I tried to move further into the trees, a human chasing me, while I was running at high speed, was not a smart idea. I crashed into a tree. Suddenly, I felt a light pressure on my back. I looked around. A brown haired slim man was looking down the barrel of a gun. I was being shot at!
I ran on, bullets rained down on my back, but I hardly noticed them. I had a urge to turn around and fight them, but I held myself in. Venom pooled in my mouth as I caught the scent of human blood. My instincts told me to turn and fight, and I had to remind myself over again that I was not Jasper. I ran on, distracting myself with the thoughts about how weird Edward is.
I tried to think of ways to get away from them. first I thought of moving away from the road, deeper into the forest, but by the way the brown haired man was dangling out of his car, I thought they’d probably follow me. But getting away from humans on foot was easier to do than getting away from humans in cars. Then I thought that changing direction would confuse them, as humans were generally dim witted. But then what? What if they followed? Home, my instincts told me, where there was back up. Not that I needed it any way. I waited for the right moment. 3,2,1.
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