Run Away With Her

Part 2

I looked back and found a familiar body structure chasing me down. I turned back to look ahead and realized I was approaching the very foolishly left ladder that he uses when he comes down here. I knew that had to be the way out. I had just reached it, when he pulled back my shoulder and punched me into the steel wall that the ladder hung off. My skull must have cracked because the bleeding wouldn't stop. I gave him a knee where the sun doesn't shine and watched him scream in pain. But I didn't have time to smile at him. I sprinted to the ladder and began climbing. I was half way when I could feel another weight on it. I looked down in between my legs, and I saw him climbing too. He was more than determined to ensure I don't escape. I reached the top and quickly looked around. We were in the woods. And to be frank, I didn't know which way was heaven. I just picked a side and ran. I had wasted too much time examining my surroundings because his big steps kept getting louder and louder. I could feel the twigs, branched, leaves, soil and insects beneath my feet as I ran, I was barefoot. I didn't let that allow me to run any slower. It was a disadvantage though, because he always knew exactly where I was. I watched out for the logs and tree branches that could take me down.

I was actually covering my eyes from the scorching sun. I had been in darkness for so long, I forgot how blinding the light could be. It can't be true! I saw a road. I couldn't risk him following me all the way to the road, so I hid behind a tree. I stopped all movement and just froze. I could tell he knew what I was up to, because his footsteps slowed down to a halt. He looked around, breathing heavily. Me? No. I was used to activities that took my breath away so, I wasn't bothered. I could breathe normally.

I peeked out the side of the tree trunk and found him pointing a gun to my head. I froze. My body was stiff and refused to move. I was scared. He slowly pulled me away from the tree and smiled.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered. "You mean too much to me and my project."

I didn't bother asking questions or replying his comment.

He lowered the gun so, it was pointing at my chest, right where my heart was situated. I didn't think I would, but I had a plan. In my head it all worked according to plan, but it might not in reality. I had four options. I could either;

1. Go along with getting killed. I mean it could be my release. My mental, physical and emotional escape. I didn't care anyway. No one was looking for me. I can't even properly remember everyone anyway. And no one probably even cares.

2. Fight for my life. Fight him then run. Just enough fighting to get him to stop pointing the bullet at me. Giving me enough time to run.

3. I could just turn around and run. He needs me, so he probably won't shoot. At least, he won't shoot anywhere sensitive. I could possibly still be in a position to run away.

4. I could fight him, then pull the trigger to kill him.

I wasn't too sure about the last option, but I'm no killer.

I looked down, slowly bent over, maintaining eye contact with him. He looked at me, confused. But with a dead serious face, he attempted to order me to stop moving or he'd shoot.

"I've bent over, picked up a stone, and you still haven't shot." I said.

Perplexed, that for the first time, I spoke, He tightened his grip on the gun then loosened it. I stared at him, blankly. I couldn't give any expression, I didn't know which one to give. I knew which option I was going to choose. I may not be a killer but I'm no quitter. Even though, I finally quit living on dreams.

"B it is!" I screamed before throwing the stone, to divert his attention away from the gun.

He loosened his grip on the gun and I karate chopped it out of his hands. I then looked at his ribs and punched. I then rotated my body and elbowed him. I flipped back and gave him a knee. As he fell, I stepped back, and waited for him to recover. When he looked at him, I allowed him to meet my round house kick. He fell to the ground as I swiftly went to the gun and picked it up. His eyes were closed and he was pressing his teeth together, as the pain flurried through his body. He looked at my hands and his eyes widened.

"Pull the trigger!" he instructed.

My hands were shaky. I couldn't. So I took the gun and ran.

The road was empty. Not a car in sight. I picked a side and walked. I was tired, exhausted really. I just kept walking and walking, till a white car pulled up beside me. It was a Mercedes AMG. That's all I could tell before I passed out right beside it.

I didn't know where I'd end up, or with whom. But that wasn't in my control anymore.