Chapter 2
I sat on my bed, bored out of my mind. Reading was an option but I'd just returned all my books to the library. I eyed my laptop but decided I wasn't in the mood for going on Facebook or playing games. I sighed loudly for about the fifth time and flopped back on my bed, staring at my empty ceiling. That's when the perfect thought came to me; a walk through the forest! I hadn't been there for a while. I hopped off my bed and snatched up my book bag from the floor. As I walked downstairs, I took an apple and water bottle from the fridge and shoved them in my bag for later. Satisfied, I left the house. I lived in a small part of town. Our only neighbors were a grumpy old guy who glared at me through his window all the time and two annoying girls that were too loud for my taste. I used to hang out with them when I was in elementary school until they began noticing guys and seemed to change in the time span of a day. I cut around my house and past my backyard. It was convenient to have the woods as your backyard.
It was a short walk to the clearing, only about five to ten minutes. When I got there, I gasped at it's beauty. The sunlight illuminated the whole area, making it look like a postcard picture. In the middle of the clearing sat an ancient oak tree. It's trunk held the battle scars of the many storms it lived through. The tree's leaves were beginning to change colors. Half of them were a bright green while the others were golden with tints of red. I'd found this place about 4 or 5 years ago. My parents had hit a hard time in their relationship and argued mercilessly. One day, I just couldn't take it anymore so I ran away. I stayed at the clearing for about an hour, sobbing my heart out. The tree seemed to comfort me. When I grew strong enough to go back home, I hugged the tree and ran all the way back. It seemed childish now but it felt like the right thing to do then.
I pulled out my notebook and homework from my bookbag. I stared at the two objects, debating. Homework was something I always loathed but knew I should do while writing was always so inviting. I picked writing. I went to working right away, setting out a whole plot. By the time I'd actually started writing it, the sun was beginning to go down. I stretched out my arms and cracked my sore fingers. As I packed away my notebook and pencil case, I heard a lout thud, followed by the crack of a twig. I froze in place, wondering what made the sound. It was just a deer, I told myself repeatedly.
That was until a giant, meaty hand clamped down onto my mouth. My heart stopped beating. I felt paralyzed with fear. Another meaty arm grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. I thrashed around as much as possible, trying to kick the person's legs. I frantically clawed at the hands but they had a steel grip on my mouth. Hot tears ran down my cheeks. I was so terrified I couldn't think straight. I punched with all my might in the guy's most sensitive spot. He cried out and let go of me. I landed on my elbow wrong and pain shot up my arm. I bolted towards my bookbag and scooped it up while running. I sprinted through the forest as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was going but I didn't care; It had to lead to somewhere. Adreneline coursed through my veins, making me run faster than I ever have before. Something brown flashed by in front of me.
I tried to turn to avoid it but I was going to fast. I tripped over a stick and sprawled across the forest floor. Everything was silent. I sat there for a second in shock then took off again. I didn't even get three steps away before a pair of tan arms wrapped around me. My horridly loud scream pierced the forest, hurting even my ears. The person stuffed a bitter tasting cloth in mouth quickly while pinning my arms and legs to the muddy forest floor. I whimpered loudly. What did they want with me?!
They carried me through the forest for a long, long time. They'd occasionally switch off shifts of who'd carry me. The whole time, I just drained my energy by useless attempts to get away. It was pitch black. Darker than anything I'd seen. The moon wasn't even out. I fought hard to keep my eyes open. I finally couldn't take it any longer and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the two guys were asleep. The sun was just beginning to rise in the horizon so I could barely make out the features of my capturers. Their thick, muscular chests rose up and down in ease, signaling that they were asleep. I glared at them in hatred, I wanted to scream loudly, as loud as I could. The cloth was still tied around my mouth and I realized that I was tied to a tree. I struggled to get out of the ropes they put on me but it was no use. I whimpered and stared at the two men. They both didn't seem anything older than mid-twenties. One had fiery red hair and the other had light brown hair that was spiked up everywhere like he didn't bother to take care of it. The one with fiery red hair had a rigged nose that had obviously been broken some time before, he had very thin lips, and pale skin. The one with crazy brown hair had a short nose that curved up at the end and plump, red lips.
I decided that with the time I have left before they woke up, I'd try to chew through the ropes. I tore at the cloth in my mouth, it was stiff and funky tasting but i kept on chewing. I rubbed it against the bark of the tree in attempts to loosen the knots, it halfway worked. After lots of time struggling with it, I finally got it off of me. I then went to work on the ones that held me to the tree. I somehow managed to get one of my hands free and untied my other hand. This is it, I could be free in a matter of minutes... I could go home! I violently attacked the remaining rope, it reluctantly loosened and I became free. Not even thinking, I lifted my foot to take a step not realizing that there was a string on my ankle taht was attached to the guy with red hair's wrist.
His eyes shot open as his wrist was jerked. He took one look at me and started hurtling himself at me. All his eyes showed was a cold anger and pure hatred. I scrambled to my feet only to have him jerk back the string on my ankle. My feet flew from under me. I hit the ground hard, my elbow began to throb. I cringed as he brought his face close to mine, his ice blue eyes bore into my skull.
"You can stop already," he snarled at me. "Because no matter how fast you run, you can't outrun me." I gulped in fear and felt an uncontrollable sob rise in my throat. You know what the scary part is? That I didn't doubt one thing he'd had said to me right there.
