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A young girl called Rose, taken from her hometown whilst walking alone through the Forrest.
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Also sorry that all of the text is bunched up, I'm writin on an iPod touch which doesn't let me do paragraphs and such. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 23, 2013    Reads: 372    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

Both men store infront of me were now bent over with their hands on their knees trying to catch their breath, the man that pointed a gun in my face earlier slowly looked up at me with an open mouthed smile before laughing and saying "god you're fast!" I smirked at him as my breathing was perfectly fine, I decided again to take my chances as I clenched both of my hands into fists before quickly, as hard as I could swung my left arm straight back and into the large mans crotch area, he let out a loud, angry moan and collapsed to the floor.

I started to run however slower than before as the pain in my ankle was getting worse, the 2 men who were chasin me earlier could probably do a quick walk to catch me at this point, I decided the best hope I had would be to climb an easy tree, I dragged myself quickly up onto a low tree branch quickly before I was atleast 3 meters from the ground. I heard Greys barks as she was barking up the tree I was sat in, as much as I loved to see her right now I placed my head in my hands knowing that the men could easily find me now.

All 3 men gathered around the tree, the man who received a blow to the balls a few minutes ago was glaring at me, his eyes looked like death itself..he was pissed and I knew it. The man with the gun stared at me with happy eyes for some strange reason and the third man who I hadn't really payed much attention to was on his mobile.

Grey patiently sat there with the 3 men as if she knew them. This confused me, why was grey so relaxed, why had the men not said anything? I let my thought wonder before hearing a slightly higher pitched voice "Mitch and Ashley are on their way" the man who was on his mobile said to the man who had the gun who smiled comfortably back at him.

"That bitch is dead" the man who held me before said sharply, the others laughed before the man with the gun replied "not yet". Not yet? What the hell does that mean, I thought to myself. It must have been around 15 minutes when everyone was sat in the snow because their legs were now tired, myself however was slowly drifting into a sleep, when all of a sudden we all could hear the loud screeches of tires against the road as a small sized, black van came racing down our road, it abruptly stopped a few metres away and 2 shorter men hopped out of each of their sides of the van, they walked to where the other 3 men were sat, one of the smaller men was holding a dart gun..this couldn't be good.

The largest man who had the sore balls pointed up at where I was positioned and the small man with the dart gun walked underneath me, he looked down the length of the gun, pointing it at me, panic took over me as I started quickly climbing higher up the tree.

His dart gun silently let out a shooting noise and I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck before quickly slipping into blackness.


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