I ran. The barn was somewhere up ahead, but I wasn’t sure. Not much trouble left to get into now, I thought. The scrape on my knee had given me away; they saw the blood and lunged toward me so I ran. To me blood was such an annoying thing; it was so visible when you’re not wearing dark colored clothing.
I looked behind me, nothing but the moon followed me. They had to be on my trail still, just in hiding or waiting for me to die. I ran, the trees became thicker and I looked back again. No one still, I moved on, I could still run. I ran while their voices were behind me, they wanted me dead.
“Come on, princess. Where ya hiding now?” they taunted, I kept running. The trees lessened and bushes filled the path that I followed, but I still ran. I closed my mouth, if I screamed they could find me. So, I ran as fast and as long as I could possibly go, but I hit a wall, my knees buckled and my body just gave up, the feeling of giving up crept into my mind. For an instance the thought of dying felt nice, trees and bushes were the only things to protect me from them, but I waited. I stopped running and closed my eye, forgetting their groping hands and forgot the world and everything else.
“If you know what’s good for you then you better run. Do you know whose territory you’re in punk?” someone else’s voice butted in with the rest of the already shouting voices, it was the last voice I heard. Their voices turned from shouting to shrieking, and then the woods turned silent. I knew I wouldn’t make it across the woods and over to the barn in time. Nothing made a sound in the woods, no one made a sound. Not even the protecting trees could shroud me enough for whatever was coming.
A cell phone rang and interrupted my silent ending. It was an unfamiliar song, but then I heard the wolves. Packs of dogs sounded like they were coming my way. Could wolves even live in a manmade forest so close to town?
Danny, get up. Run, run fast and don’t stop! I encouraged myself. I picked myself up and looked at the direction I came from; I listened from where the sound came from and decided I would have to keep heading straight. For the barn, I would be safe there. If anyone still lived there anymore. I jolted past the bushes and some trees. I didn’t think to hear for the dogs or the person with the cell phone, I just ran. I ran further, but I had to stop. My leg was killing me and I had a headache. I stopped.
“Whoever is out there, you need to leave now. You’re in our territory and we want you out!” a voice yelled out, the dog’s foot steps had stopped along with his and they began to howl. I took a look behind me; maybe I could see a light or something. His voice was far in the distance, so were the dogs. I took a step backwards.
“Scream again and I’ll slit your throat” it was one of their voices; he must’ve been following me the whole time. His hand covered my mouth and slid the knife under my chin, he pulled me back into a nearby bush. Probably the one he hid in when the rest of his buddies were running away.
“You’re a tricky little thing. Don’t know how you got away, but your little friend is gonna get it now” he pointed the knife toward the bushes that were in front of us. “He killed half of my buddies and now I’m gonna return the favor” he murmured to himself, but close enough to my ear that I could hear. He took his hand off my mouth and played with my hair, he twisted his fingers around my curls. I pulled away.
“Look…I have no clue who that is back there” I told him, I shoved his hand away from my face and in reaction he slid the knife into my side, slicing my side a little. I felt a stinging pain for just a second.
“Too bad” he looked at the blood on the knife; I turned my attention to the sound of pattering feet. My first thought was the dogs had gotten our scent, I saw some grey fur and immediately I knew that they had us surrounded. “Looks like your buddy is here sweet heart” he pulled me closer to him to act like a shield.
I ripped his arm away from me and fell to the ground, one of the dogs had hurled itself from the bushes and lunged toward him, I think one of the other guys had called him Kyle, but he was dead and I didn’t really care for names at that moment. More of the dogs had come out bushes, some from behind trees and others from large rocks, there were so many of them, there must’ve been over twenty different kinds of dogs that stood in front of me.
“You get the hell over here” the same voice shattered over the sound of ripping flesh. I stood up to see what he wanted; he had found more of Kyle’s friends and had called out to them, not me.
“Yo princess! Why the hell did you rat us out?” one of them ran towards me, before he grabbed me I shoved my elbow in his face. It sent him to the ground; I ran away, I ran far enough so that the rest of them couldn’t get to me. At least not hear me running.
“Hey! You” the man pointed at me, and I stopped, the dogs had left the corpses and moved on, they disappeared into the woods and left me alone; they had left me alone with the stranger.
“Me? Are you talking to me?” I said a little confused, why was he talking to me? I practically helped him even though he killed them and I just slapped them until they fell unconscious. Not really, it was more of a punch.