The killing

My breath was coming out in clouds of steam, I was tired and sore. I have been running for hours, and my legs were throbbing, my lungs were gulping in as much air as they could. The cold searing all the way down. I was bent over my knees and I looked behind me. I could hear the snarling of the hounds behind me.

I needed to get away and fast. They would never give up. I was their target, and I had their freedom on my head.

I ran, my legs getting scratched up by brush and low set tree limbs. The forest was just a blur of greens and browns. The pounding of my heart and my feet was all I could hear. I tripped over something and I was scrambling to get up, I was up and I had lost time. The hounds were close, they were baying to their owns. They had my scent.

I needed to gain the distance I lost and quick.

The light was fading quickly and I could not lose my pace.

As the sky went dark I could see my pressures. They had a slight red glow to them. I ran and ran till I hit something, it was a wall, a clear wall. With my hand on it I ran one way as far as I could go, then there was a corner. I was trapped in this place. I started to panic.

I had to get out. I had to get away.

I ran again but I could hear the hounds, and they were close. Next thing I knew there was a hound on me. It knocked me over and I couldn’t move. It didn’t attack, that was not its job, its job was to trap. I hear the rustling of the hound’s owners getting closer.

“Well, well, well. Look what we caught” I heard someone said.

I hissed and struggled as much as I could.

“No use in doin that, little reaper. You’re dead.”

He pointed a gun at me then everything went black with a bang.