POV MURPHY
Shit damn they'll get me. I need to hide but where damn? They are five and know the forest better than me. In addiction they are armed and faster than me. I jump over a fallen tree and get past a small stream. I run as fast as I can and my lungs are burning like fire. I have no idea how long I can take this speed but if I just run a little slower I'm as good as dead. I hear a hissing sound and almost simultaneously flying an arrow to my ear pass-by so close that I swear I could fell the feathers . I don't turn around, I just keep running my eyes stubborn directed forward, as a burning pain coursing through my entire body and gets me down. I look down at myself and there it is, the reason for my indescribable pain: a spear protruding from my left leg, just above the knee.
There is no time to react or even to take only one clear thought. My followers are already on me and tear me up. They tie my hands behind my back and beat me in the face as I undertake an embarrassing attempt to defend myself. The Grounders talking something in a language I don't understand but when you consider what happens next they have decided to pitch there camp for tonight here at this small clearing. One of them collects wood and light a fire while another pushes me against a tree and binds me tightly. Every movment is chasing a new wave of pain through my body. I wonder what is probably going to happen next and what those lunatics want from me. As if the events of the last few hours were the most normal thing in the world the Grounders are cooking an animal over the fire. Although it hurts I try to free my hands from the shackles but they do not give centimeters, on the contrary, with every move they cut even more in my flesh. One of the Grounders has noticed what I have tried and come in quick steps torward me. He picks up a piece of wood from the ground and I prepare myself to another pain and close my eyes.
I hear a muffled popping but the expected impact is missing. Slowly I open my eyes and I need a moment to understand what I see. The Grounder who was going to beat me lays in front of me on the ground, an arrow protruding from his left eye. From then on everything happens very fast.
My four other kidnappers jumps up and try to discover there attacker. Zip! Zip! Zip! Three more arrows appear out of nowhere and end the life of another Grounder. Now they know where the arrows are coming from and start running. That would not be necessary because the shooter suddenly falls from a tree and lands on the shoulders of Grounder Number Three. He's dead before he falls to ground under the weight of the attacker: his throat is cut. I have no idea whether I should be shocked or impressed with the speed of the unknown. Both Grounder that are left pounce together on there attacker. This one runs off and brings a few meter distance between himself and the Grounders. He gives way to a knife and sums up in one fluid motion in his shoe upper and throws that hidden knife after a Grounder. The blade digs deep into his flesh and now it is called "one against one". I don't know why but for some reason it's clear to me that my supposed savior is now unarmed. He starts running torwards me and the Grounder behind him jumps forward, forcing both to the ground, only a few centimeters away from me. The Grounder is lying with his torso on the legs of the unknown, sums forward and obviously wants to pack his neck but only gets his hood and pulls it off his head. And only at that moment I notice that the guy who is infront of me is not a guy, it's a girl!
She looks at me with big blue eyes and smiles. Her gaze has something apologetic and I wonder what she is sorry about... With a quick jerk she pulls the spear out of my leg, turns her torso towards Grounder and sunk the spear in his outstretched body. Her compassionate look is the last thing I see before I lose consciousness from the pain.
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