The Huntress Of Eternal Night

Chapter 3

I didn't bother waiting, I turned tail and ran, sprinting for a while before climbing a tree and bouncing along the branches. I could hear Anakin following me in pursuit, but I could also hear two more people, jogging slowly along. Probably the backup or something.

I darted around trees, jumping up to higher branches or falling down. Unfortunately I caught my foot on the tree right before I jumped, causing me to fall down straight to the ground. I landed painfully on my ankle, cracking immensely and pulling the muscle.

"Ouch!" I screamed, doubling back in pain as I clenched my fists tightly around my ankle, biting my lips and forcing the tears back from my eyes.

A moment later Anakin had bounded out of the bushes, looking directly at me and smiling, "see. Look what you've done? Oh well, at least you can't run away." He said, casually ruffling his hair with his hand.

"You are Sapphire, right?" He asked me.

I bit my lip and glared at him, I wished I had the power to kill people with looks. Suddenly I started dreaming about what would happen if I could, or if I could walk. He would already be a limp pile of bones and blood by the time I was finished with him.

I smiled maniacally at the thought, quickly replacing it with a frown as I refused to answer.

"You're stubborn. You know that right?" He smirked, coming over.

Defensively I shuffled away.

"Oh come on! You're just going to sit there in pain rather then having me help you?" He asked.

I gave a stiff nod.

"Well that's too bad, you'll need to get that treated." He said, making me flinch and cover up my ankle more.

"You're not stubborn, you're stupid too." He said, making my temper flare up and give him the reaction he wanted.

I grabbed a stick beside me and threw it at him with so much force, if it had pierced him he would've died instantly. Giving the affects of a bullet wound.

He dodged to the side, I heard a groan and a pool of blood from behind the bushes.

"Great. You hit Borris, now what am I going to tell Steven?" He asked.

My ears pricked up as I grabbed another stick, throwing it in the direction of the sound and hearing another groan and an earth-shaking thud.

"But never mind. Because you killed him too. Ugh... Okay then." He said, pressing his fingers against his forehead, probably trying to sort out what to do.

"You could let me go, which means you'll have your stupid life to take care of." I grouched at him, getting annoyed at myself that I spoke.

His eyes lit up, "and now she speaks!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands together and approaching me, several times since I kept trying to back away.

He lunged at me, grabbing my ankle roughly and causing an extra stab of pain.

Seconds later Anakin was cupping his hand over a newly slapped cheek, already starting to swell up and turn a tomato red.

I smiled in whatever achievement that was as he kept examining my ankle.

"You could at least tell me your name" he said, tracing his fingers up my calf.

"Hmm... Nah." I replied, flinching slightly. "Geeze can't you be more gentle?!" I yelled at him.

"No need, I know what's wrong with you." He said, an a way that made me get angry and glare. Like it was something wrong with me as a person. I swear, if he said 'you're too grumpy' or something I would seriously bash him up. However right now, as much as I hated to as it it, he was my easiest chance of recovery.

"You broke your ankle, and tore your ankle ligament. Causing these bruises starting to form up here." He said, tracing his fingers over my slightly purple-splotched leg.

I pushed him away, "I'll just stay here until it is fixed then."

"Hmm... Nah." He said, attempting to pick me up.

I went completely slack, causing him difficulty.

He groaned before hooking his arm under me and swinging me over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

"Put me down!" I demanded, giving a kick with one leg and screaming.

He just smiled as he strode along without a care in the world.