RUNNING WAS OUR BEST FRIEND.
Stop for nothing.
Just run.
My hand tightened around hers as we ran down the dark alleyway. Sweat beads formed on my forehead and my knees buckled with each step I took. Her breathing was almost as loud as mine and I knew she was tired. We were not able to stop, though. We had to keep moving.
We had to keep running.
Our steps echoed down the empty alley and I constantly looked over my shoulder, looking to see if we were being followed. It would not be long before they figured out where we were. If they found us, we would be executed on the spot. We had been through too much and I was not about to give it all up now.
Blood covered my hands, face, and clothes. We were both covered in blood...blood of our enemies and of our friends. I hated the smell but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it until we reached our destination. Until then, I had to deal with the retched smell and hope we made it out of this alive.
We approached the woods and Gwen pulled her hand out of my grip as she started running faster. Her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders and she kept looking back to make sure I was still there. Shots were fired behind us and she winced at the sound. I opened my mouth to tell her everything was going to be all right when an excruciating pain shot through my chest.
My feet came to a halt and when Gwen's eyes met mine, they were filled with both denial and horror. She opened her mouth to scream but somehow through the pain, I managed to bring a shaky finger up to my lips before collapsing onto the hard ground below. Gwen ran towards me, her lips moving as if she were shouting; however, I was unable to hear a single word coming out of her mouth.
The constant barks of order were getting closer and closer, the look of horror on her face letting me know we were going to get caught if we did not hurry. My head laid comfortably on her lap and frequently, I groaned out in pain. Blood stained my lips and my shirt was stained with the same substance. Her arms were tightly wrapped around me and she kept shaking her head, in denial about what was currently happening to us. The bullet was still in my chest and it had caused us to slow down. There was no way we were going to make it out alive with me in this current condition.
"You're going to be okay," Gwen whispered, tightening her arms around me. "This...This is just one little bump in the road. We're going to make it out of this and we're going to sail the world together, remember? Do you remember what you told me that day at the beach?"
My eyes met hers and it took everything in me not to cry. We both knew how this was going to end but the hope in her eyes made my chest ache more. Did she honestly think I was going to make it? I opened my mouth to tell her I was as good as dead but I coughed. I felt warm liquid on my lips and it did not take me long to realize it was more blood.
"You..." I met her gaze again. "You have to run."
"No," she quickly snapped. "I'm not leaving you here alone."
"Run," I kept trying. "Change...Change your identity. Move away from this Hell. Keep your mother and Jett safe. Don't you ever look back, you hear me? You have to run and hi—"
"No!" she screamed.
"Don't get caught because of me," I begged. "I'll only slow you down."
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Candles
Fanfiction[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
