THE INOCENT'S REVENGE

Leaves and twigs crunch under my feet as I run. I dodge trees, jump over fallen tree trunks, ditches, and rivers of water. The air still smelled of Rain and wet Earth, because of last night. I would occasionally pass by trees the with specks of flames, from the lightning.

The sirens from the police cars on the road is 10 miles away. Behind me , the  barking of the Police Dogs are getting closer. I try to shut them out as I push myself to run faster. I've been running for 68 miles now, in the Red Pine Woods, away from the state prison which I was sentence  to for 8 months until trail. My lawyer has yet to find evidence that doesn't connect me to to the murder of a girl from my town and school.

I look over my shoulder, realizing the barking dogs are moving away from me. Knowing they had a plan in mind, I head East toward my house. My house is, 76 miles away from the prison, in the East surrounded by these woods. Because Colorado is in the mountains, there is nothing but trees for miles. But because I have lived here my whole life and woundered these woods, I know red pine woods and my way home like the back of my hand.

 As the back of my house comes into sight, its silent. I stop in my tracks and take in my surroundings, i didn't see any use in hiding because, they know this was my destination. They know I'm here. Its too quiet, the barking of the dogs have long stopped. I back up against the house, and slowly make my way too look around the corner to look in my drive way. No police cars, but my mom's Blue Mustang, and dad's 4x4 Gray Truck in front of the house.

I then quietly walk to the right of the house and turn around, the corner. The tree that was once in front of my window is now cut to a stump, I could see my Violet Purple Curtains were still up, and window closed.  I flex my fingers, and feet, before getting into a crouching position, then jump. I sail off the ground, landing right below my window. My hands and fingertips grew their small, sticky legs. Spider- legs are the best way I can describe how they look and work. They do the same thing on my feet, only they some how are able to go through my shoes. Don't ask me how that works cause I honestly have no idea.

As I stick against the house, I slowly peek up into my room. Knowing the coast was clear, I give my window a tug, only to find its locked. In a huff, I focus my eyes on the lock and press my fingertips to the bottom of the window. The lock moves and snaps, confirming its open. I crawl up the wall, and press my hand to the crack, and pull up. I put one foot in at a time as quietly as I could.

Everything was as I left it, I go straight to my closet, relieved that some stuff was still on hangers. As I change out of my orange prison uniform, the smell of Meat Loaf, Mashed Potatoes, and Bresel Sprouts, drift up the stairs and into my bedroom and throughout the house. Smelling moms home cooking made me realize how hungry I was, and how much I missed her cooking. Mom loved cooking, if she didn't cook breakfast or lunch, she would always cook dinner. She could be in the kitchen, making her famous Pumpkin Spice Cookies, and everyone would try to steal at least one when we thought she wasn't paying attention, but of course we would get caught. that always brought a smile to her face.

My heart tugged, and a lump formed in my throat, remembering the way mom and dad looked at me as I walked away in handcuffs. My parents gaze was filled with disappointment, anger, astonishment, and disgust. Everything in their faces and gazes told me, they believed I was guilty, they believed their seventeen year old daughter, was a murderer.

I took a Black t-shirt with my favorite band off the hanger and put it over my head. I grab a pair of faded jeans from my drawer and quickly step into them, i quickly then run to my closet and put on my favorite pair of black converse. i just got done tieing my last shoe, when mt door slowly opened.

A small shadow that I quickly recognize as my eight-year-old little sister, comes into the room as the door shuts.

"Carwyn, what are you doing here? Go down stairs before mom and dad find you in here." I whisper anciously, as I kneel infront of her and put my hands on her small shoulders.

She held her favorite Teddy Bear Shelby to her chest, her brown wavy hair still cascaded down to the middle of her back, she wore her pink pj that mom and dad got her for birthday.

She blinked her Baby Blues at me, as her chubby cheeks turn a light red, '' They dont know im up here, they think I'm down stairs beating Jesse at Scrabble.''

I shake my head my head as i chuckle. Carwyn can do mind control, and make them think she is in one place when really shes in another. mom and dad don't know about her mind control, or my abilities to climb a flat surface, my unbreakable bones, the medal in my knuckles that extend and turn into any tool or shape I want, or my talent with locks. me are Carwyn are the only supernaturals in the house ( that we know of).

''I know you didn't do it. '' said Carwyn. I look at her in shock as she removes something from around her neck. She takes my hand and places the Heart Shaped Locket in my hand ''open it.'' she says

I open the locket to find a picture of Carwyn smiling at me, with one of her front teeth missing. I swallow hard as, I feel tears start to burn. This is the cutest picture I have ever seen. But why would she be walking around wearing a locket with a picture of herself?

'' How did you know?'' I whisper looking at the picture

'' I had a vision, I saw you.''

My head snaps up, '' You had a vision? You have another power?''

sShe smiles proudly as she nods her head. But her smile quickly fades as her expression turns serious. '' I want you to know that I will always believe in you, no matter what anybody says. I know you're innocent, and I will stick with that always because you are my sister and I love you. I know you better than anybody ever will, and I know you're not a killer. And when you feel alone and that there is on one in the world that believes you, I want you to have this around your neck and know that I do, and always will. And I want you to have something to remember me by.''

A lump forms in my throat, tears start blurring my vision as Carwyn takes the locket and clasps the chain. The chain is long enough that the locket sits right on my heart.I instantly know this is something I will always treasure, and guard with my life.

Just then, we hear the sirens of the police coming, I had a good minute head start, but I look Carwyn in my eyes and cradle her face in my hands as a tear runs down my cheek, ''Know that whatever happens, I love you with all my heart.''

She smiles as she nods, '' I  know,'' and kisses my cheek and hugs me. I give her a gentle squeeze and kiss her forehead.

I leap up and crawl out the window, just as the cars arrive on the curb. I hear more barking, and know they brought the dogs to follow my scent. Knowing I had no change on foot, I looked to the nearest and most leafy tree.

Taking one hand from the wall, I bent my knees as far as they could go,  and leaped with as much strength in my legs as I could. I grasp, the nearest branch, and look for the tree, I leaped again into another tree, then another then another, and another until the barking and sirens were long behind me.