New Beginings

Chapter One

Chapter 1:

A doe's head perks up in alarm, a loud shriek echoes through the forest and silences quickly. The doe concentrates for a moment briefly deciding whether or not is was safe to stay in the moonlit clearing, yes it was safe she decides before lowering her head down and drinking more murky water from a glistening puddle. Three dangerously loud noises resonate one after the other, the doe's head shoots back up and she turns and dashes off into the misty trees behind. Miles away a body falls to the ground seemingly lifeless, a man in dark dirt covered overalls lays on the forest's ground. His baby blue eyes look like a doll's as his crimson life fluids slowly seep from below him. Across the way a little ways a girl stands arms outstretched yet shaking, a sleek silver black lined 9mm pistol clatters to the forest floor. Her brown hair rests just below her shoulders and her emerald eyes flash dangerously. A mild smirk grows onto her face and she steps forward looking at the blonde boy's body laying a little ways away from her.

"...ah hahaha bastard!!"

Her eye twitches slightly as a small yet crazed laugh comes from her mouth. Her enthusiasm could be considered even with that of an escaped convict's from death row. Now that he was gone she was free after all, now that he was gone she could go where ever she pleased. No one could stop her now! The girl grinned as she stepped forward reaching into his back pocket and taking a set of keys and a wallet. As she walks past him she spits on the corpse with a glimmer in her eye.

The girl walks toward the edge of the forest with graceful movement, she heads straight through the thorn filled blackberry bushes over up the hill towards the barn. She needed to be out by morning unless she wanted to have to confront his friends as well. They were all safely drugged and shut in the basement, but who knew how long those pills would last between the five of them. She heads straight into the barn and towards a large hay bale, where she quickly extends her arm and pulls a large parcel from the bottom of the bale and turns and walks to the horse's stable, reaching in and grabbing a large hiking backpack. She slips the backpack onto her shoulders silently petting the horse and then whispering small goodbyes before opening the stable and letting her best friend run to his heart's content, after all he would be staying and she would be leaving.

She sighs as a feeling of slight nostalgia washes over her, she quickly waves it away dismissively though, and after all it was never her choice to be here. If she had her way she would still be living in her small cabin across the state in the forest there. This place, as beautiful as it is, has served as her personal prison for four long years. These men were being paid to take her by an unknown buyer but after he was unable to keep his end of the bargain these six men kept her here. All this time she had lived as their own maid, she would do farm work all day and cook and clean for them when she was allowed in the house.

The first time she had attempted an escape in the first year they only made her wear a chain, and that had taken her months to get their trust back enough to have it removed from her ankle. Then after she escaped as second time and almost got to the main road that leads to the town, they broke her legs. She healed slowly and never quite was able to run as well as she had once before but she could still run fairly fast with how fit she was. This time she waited a long time to actually plan out her escape, she couldn't afford to make any wrong moves if she wanted to keep her life. So for many, many months she was gathering items for her journey once she escapes finally.

They will never be able to find her once she escapes this time, she will make sure of this. She throws the bag and the parcel into car parked on the gravel road. She quickly jogs up to the main house and just runs through to the basement; she hurries down the creaky old wooden stairs into the main section of the basement. She walks to an antique pickaxe with a small grin; oh the fun has yet to begin! She turns and grabs a big roll of dark orange fishing line and goes into the wine cellar room closing the door behind her, she carefully lugs the sleeping bodies of her captors into separate chairs and makes a masterpiece of their bound bodies. There's no way that they will escape before she allows them to.