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Running

Running

Running

That was what I was told to do. Was to run. 

My mother use to tell me stories, these horrible scary stories about men in hoods wearing masks with knives in their hands that would come from the darkest shadows to take your life and run off with your soul. And if you ever were to encounter such devils, then you had to run really fast to the brightest place you can find and stay there. 

"They come after those that do very bad things! So always be good for me, my little sunshine" 

She whispered that last part to me while she died in my arms a few hours ago. I didn't even have time to grieve for her, because I didn't have the time to do so. I was running for my life, I have to focus on running. Because those monsters in my mothers stories had come true and were coming after me but with guns instead of knives. 

Running 

Running

I peek a look over my shoulder to see they were gaining up on me, figures. I was never the fastest...but I know I wouldn't stand a chance against them.

BOOM

Pain. Red. I stopped running now and was face down now on the road instead. I let out small shouts of pain as I struggle to sit up, casting a look over my shoulder again to see red staining my pants and mixing in with the puddle that had formed from the rain earlier. I scan my surroundings, seeing that instead of coming to my aid people scatter. Figures. I was in the slums of London, who on earth would come to my aid after seeing who was after me. 

I'm seeing more red now, men and women dressed in red circling around me like vultures seeing a dead body. It was almost the same in a way. 

Someone there was different though, wearing darker garb then the rest. Black almost. She had what I was guessing in this moment red hair or...who honestly cares. She wants me dead so why should I bother trying to remember her face? She was talking now, pacing in front of me even while she blabbed on about something. 

I didn't care. I didn't want to focus on her words being the last I hear. I wanted to focus on the words that were whispered to me during the night, and during the day by the person I loved the most. I wanted to remember his face and the way he smiled after making some stupid joke. I wanted to remember the fun times we had and the worst of times. I wanted to remember Jacob Frye the most. 

But this woman kept talking and talking...made it hard to picture Jacobs voice in my head and not hers...she almost reminds me of a clucking chicken in fact, looking for her food and not shutting up until she gets it. 

Something grabbed my face, and now I was looking forward, my cheeks smashed together as she gripped my jaw, almost like she was trying to crush it with her bare hands. 

"-Now tell me where they are" she hissed at me, with this face that I guess is suppose to convey the look some one intimidating. Now I know my next words will change what happens...I know that even though I wasn't listening I know who they  were. I could tell her everything and have some hope she would let me go...save myself from what I know will come. 

But I can't run any longer

"Where who are?" 

She scowls at me, pushes my face away and straightens up. 

"I could spend so much more time on you...beat you until you finally yelp out your lovers whereabouts but...I honestly don't have the time for it. But I can't just leave here empty handed per say...so I guess you're life will do instead" She mused, all while taking out a pistol, cleaning off the barrel with some fancy little handkerchief as if she was cleaning a reward. 

"Although I planned on killing you all the same. The thought of wounding either one of those pesky Frye twins is a achievement for me...even if it is just a emotional wound in the end" She sighed, pointing the gun down at me with a smile curling on her lips. 

I do my best to glare up that gun barrel to meet her dark eyes...hoping some form of courage will build up in me to just fight back and escape. To hold them off at least until Jacob comes for me. But that would be a waste of energy. Even if her bullet doesn't meet me there are plenty around me that will make up for it. Either be gun or fist or knife or some blunt object I was going to die. There was no way around it. 

"Anything I should tell you're little lover?" She mocked me with a false tone of sympathy, waiting for me to speak as that gun was right for my head. 

"....I don't know where they are...but I know where they will  be" 

She perks an eyebrow and that smile twitches almost like she had just congratulated herself for prying this information out of me with just a gun. 

"Oh? Do tell"

"Standing over your dead body" I answer, that smile she had on her face fell for a second and she sighed. "Such a waste" she muttered, pressing the gun to my head. 

Now the next second was odd...the men holding me up had dropped me and were now laying beside me, one gushing red from his throat and the other just limp on the ground as blood formed around him. There were sounds of a scuffle but....I don't recall much after that. Probably because within that same second she had pulled the trigger of her gun but something had pushed her ever so slightly so that the bullet entered my chest instead of my head.

The memory I do have after that was short, my hearing was just the sound of buzzing and my body was feeling cold. That feeling began to spread to my limbs and the pain in my leg was replaced with this chill and soon going numb. I only had a few seconds left, I could feel it in my heart. It was what I was preparing myself for since the day I met him. Preparing myself for that feeling of death if it ever found me which it did. 

Jacob had me now, holding me in his arms and shaking me, slapping my face lightly to try and keep my eyes trained on him. His lips were moving but I wasn't picking up the words he was saying. I think he was saying my name but I couldn't tell. 

I was told to run when I saw those monsters that my mother told me about, to find the brightest spot I could and stay there until I was safe. 

Jacob was my bright spot, he kept me safe from those monsters that lingered in the shadows waiting for me. I had thought I was safe...that I would always be safe because Jacob would be there to keep these monsters away but...I had strayed too far from my light and they were there. I had forgotten they would wait for 100 years for the chance to get me...I forgot it all. 

He was trying to move me now, trying to get me in his arms so he could take me somewhere but I don't think he'll make it. He wasn't looking at me anymore, maybe because he didn't want to see the life leave my eyes. If he couldn't see me die then I wasn't really going to die was what he was thinking I'm guessing.  

Running

Running

He ran as fast as he could and I tried to stay awake for him, to stay there with him. But by the time he reached the closest doctor...I was already too far gone. I was dead by the time they set me on the table.

I couldn't run any longer. 

Authors Note

Nothing really to add I just hope you liked this part~