The Last Victor

Chapter 14

Round One - Part 3

Asher and I run as as fast as we can, swerving through trees and jumping over rocks, as the sound of footsteps behind us grow louder and louder.

I briskly glance back over my shoulder to see them a only a couple yards back. "Ash, they're gaining on us!"

"Don't look back!" he grabs my wrist while maintaining his pace, "Keep going!"

I stumble as I try to keep up with him.

Suddenly, he yanks me down with him to hide behind a fairly sized, fallen tree.

He puts a finger over his mouth, indicating me to be quiet.

I try to steady my breathing as we squeeze together, the thumping of my heart ringing loud in my ears.

We listen as the footsteps grow closer until they come to a stop just a few feet short of the tree.

"Did you see where they went?" one boy asks.

"No. They were heading straight the last time I saw them." the other responds.

I cover my mouth with my hands as they get closer.

"Jett is expecting us to bring them back to the safe house." the first boy says.

"Yeah, I'd like to give that bitch a piece of my mind."

"They couldn't have gone far, cmon."

We wait a few minutes after they run off to make sure the coast is clear.

I carefully glance over the trunk of the tree, searching for signs of anyone.

Nothing.

I let out the breath I was holding in, allowing myself to slump back against the tree, "They're gone."

"Did you hear what they said before? They have a safe house too—"

I stop as I turn around to face him, my face freezing as I take in the blood stain seeping through his pants.

I frantically rush to his side. "Ash! You're hurt!"

"I'm fine." his face contorts in pain as he adjusts himself, pushing his back up against the tree, "Nothing I can't handle."

I carefully lift up his pants on the right side of his leg to see a decent sized gash across of it.

"Here. This might hurt."

I rip off a piece of fabric from the bottom his pants and tightly wrap it around the wound to stop the bleeding.

He tries, but fails miserably, to hide the pain he's in as a grimace slips across his face.

"Thankfully I don't think that it hit any important arteries." I shake my head, still feeling concerned. He musters a smile, "But the cut's pretty deep, I'm worried that—"

"Kyla." he places a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to look up at him, "I'm fine. I'm going to survive."

"I know Ash, but that's not what I'm worried about." I give him a stern look to let him know I'm serious, "How are we going to get you back?"