laceblade | It's not good. Deal.

Running, fleeing through damp foilage. I've always been good at navigating the woods. Even so, you're faster than I am. I can't keep up. But they're already there, in front of you. We can't escape. They seize you. I stop, and can't move. We were almost free. We almost made it. One of the men pulls a gun out of his suit and aims it at you. My throat is dry. He pulls the trigger and you fall. Your blood mixes with the reds in the leaves on the ground.
"No!" I shriek, giving myself away. The man turns toward me. Cocks and fires the gun before I can think. And I'm gone.

I know it isn't the greatest, but I see this scene a lot, a girl running through the woods from men with guns. Don't know why. ::shrugs::

~*Written last night, listening to 'Bullets' by Creed*~