Cryers

*It's a new type of things I guess. This is gonna be my first serious book. So don't go so hard on me. Of course if you see typos, let me know! Enjoy it!*

Suddenly, a plan appeared into my head. I slowly exited the bush and cautiously walked behind the man. I snuck behind him, grabbed his arm, and pulled it towards me. I bent it behind his back. Just as he started to resist, I rested the silver dagger on his neck. All fighting and fidgeting cease to happen as he felt the cold blade taunt his neck. Just to prove who is in charge at the moment, I pull his arm to the right and listened to him grunt in pain. I felt he tensed up but slowly relaxed.

"This is how you say thank you to someone who just saved your life?" He spat, irritation dripping off every word.

"I don't know. Are you gonna send me back? Did you see the posters? How much is my bounty?" I said calmly.

"I picked you because you're wanted. I'm not sending you back. You're worth 2 million. Now can we drop the knife?"
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Things have changed. Resistance is punishable by death and Genevieve knows this full and well. But when she learns that she will be sold, she makes a decision that she never thought she would. She runs away from everything she's ever known and lives a life on the run. Her only option is to join a resistance group to the north. Will she be the change the world's been waiting for?