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Chapter I

Huff.

I try to control my breathing, while hiding in a bush. I hold my breath, hearing a crunch on my right. My heart rate accelerating. I snap my head to the left hearing another crunch.

Shit there's two of them.

I close my eyes and hope they don't look near the bush. Water splashes from the creek behind me  and I realise I'm surrounded. I search my brain looking for my brain trying to find a way out. My anxiety starts kicking in, making my breaths come out loud and ragged. I need to leave before they find me.

I look at the clearing ahead. If I run they will probably catch up to me. I look at the two men on my left and right. They're tall and bulky, athletes body type. They're faster than me, I can tell because their footsteps are quick and light almost as if scared to touch the ground. The man behind me I just pure muscle, I could probably out run him, but where would I go? There's a huge creek behind him, I don't know if I could out swjm him.

I sigh, trying to clear my head and think about a better idea. Apparently, I sighed too loudly because the man on my left looks in my direction. He stalks over. My instincts take over. I jump out my bush and sprint for the clearing. I heart two sets of footsteps behind me, closing the gap between us really quickly. I look around, trying to find an escape route but all I see is trees. Nowhere out, just trees.

As I run I hear shouting ahead of me. There's three men ahead of me, all blocking any of my possible ways out. I frantically look around, knowing that there's nothing but trees and shrubs, but hoping for more. I panic and make my way up the nearest tree. I stop climbing, seeing as I can't go any further because the branches keep snapping. Hopeless I start looking around, breathing maniacally.

I look to the tree next to me, it has a branch a few feet above me. Looks pretty thick and sturdy, I look down, seeing the men surround the tree. The sun starts to disappear behind the trees, one of the men start climbing. He can't climb high enough to reach me, the branches won't be able to support his weight. He's quite tall, so he might be able to reach up and pull me down. I look up at the branch again, seeing no other choice I jump.

Latching tightly on the branch I exhale, happy my judgment of the branch proved to me true. I proceed this way, hopping from tree to tree, getting more confident about my abilities. I have hopped to three different trees by the time the sun disappears completely. The men seem to have disappeared. They probably saw me jump onto this tree, I'll jump two trees away so I don't get ambushed.

I jump successfully onto my next tree, I try to hoist myself up when I hear a crack, then another. I scramble onto the branch trying to jump onto the next branch before it breaks, but I'm too late. I curl myself into a ball before hitting the ground.

Crack.

I withhold a groan, tears stinging my eyes. I roll over and almost yelp in pain, when my arm brushes over my ribcage. I hear footsteps coming towards me when I try to get up. Shaking and slightly hunched in pain, I look at the four figures before me. I try not to indicate where my wound with my posture.

The figures spread out around me, closing me in. I ignore the gut wrenching pain on my side and straighten up. Ready to fight. All of them attack at once, I have a hard time ducking and throwing punches, not only because of the pain on my side  but because it's so dark I can barely make out my hand. I throw a few punches and run.

I run and occasionally fight for what feels like hours. I eventually only have two men, chasing me. I stop, not able to breath and turn to face the men. I bite my lip, trying not to crumble, the pain on my side becoming unbearable. I wait till a punch is thrown at me so I can identify their location.

A punch lands on my face and I grab and twist the arm that threw it. I knee him in what I assume was his back, judging by the way his fist was thrown. He crumbles and Im about to kick him again when I steering pain hits my side. I cry out in pain letting go of the man's arm. I put my hand over my mouth before I let out another scream. His fist connecting with my wound feels like a jackhammer hitting a nerve.

I turn to run when a pair of rough hands grab me. Tears streaming down my face, silent screams escaping my mouth I twist and turn trying to break free. It sound like the man is saying something, but I'm not sure what. The pain and getting myself to a safe place is all I can think about. I slump my body in the hands of this man and let out loud piercing screams.

It seemed like every time I moved the pain only got worse, so I gave up. My screams get louder when I think about everything my brothers went through trying to protect me. Trying to teach me how to protect myself. They'd be disappointed if they found out that this is how I died. I know better, they know I do. They taught me better.

I start coughing, spitting out blood. My breath short and jaggard. I start fighting out of the grip of this man, not for survival, but so I can find a nice, peaceful place to spend my last few minutes. I turn and push and kick and scream. His grip doesn't loosen in the slightest. I slump, my body failing me. I just hope wherever my brothers are, the don't feel guilty for moving on without me. I would leave myself behind too, if I could.

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My eyes flutter, slowly, I realise that I'm gaining consciousness. I sit up with a start, noticing I'm not familiar with my surroundings. My abrupt action causes a harsh pain in my abdomin. I lift my shirt up to examine my wound. I have a dark purple, almost black bruise. It's still tender. I look around trying to observe my surroundings.

I was in a cream white and brown themed room. It smelled of disinfectant and was eerily quite. The walls were white, there was a large brown arm chair across my bed. There was this weird tray thing attached to wheels at the end of my bed. I look down at my bed, it looked odd. I smooth my hand over the cold metal of the bed. I was sleeping on top of a white sheet and encased with a blue blanket. The whole setting seemed oddly familiar. My eyes widen, in horror, when I finally realise where I am.

My mind starts going a mile a minute. Plan, I need a plan. If I'm in a hospital, whoever brought me in might walk in at any moment. I slowly lower myself off the bed, the pain in my side coming back with vengeance. My eyes tear up but I push through, walking to the window I look down. I curse, seeing that I'm on the fifth floor of the hospital. I look out the window and notice an open window on the third floor. I let out a breath, determined.

As I tie the bedsheets together I formulate a plan. If I leave using these bedsheets it will be obvious to my kidnappers that I left. I hear footsteps coming towards my door. Slow, heavy footsteps. Jumping out the bed I duck out the window.

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