I feel as if I'm escaped convict running from the law. Which I guess I pretty much am; I'm the escapee they are the guards. I can hear about 3 pairs of running footsteps behind me. It sounds like they are branching off and someone is saying something but I can barely hear what they are saying.
I've got to sit down I'm running out of energy. Lucky for me I can hear a stream near by. "Come out come out wherever you are," mocked a voice that chilled me to the bone. " I know your hiding somewhere," laughed Patrick sarcastically. I'm panicking inside all I can see is trees for miles and I'm guessing the stream is a good half mile away. I don't know if he has a weapon or what I need to protect myself with something.
Yes, a broken piece of glass, now somewhere to hide? " Stormi, you can come out now baby doll nobody's gonna hurt you," he said teasingly while use the nickname he gave me in elementary school. I gulped involuntary. He really thinks I'm that stupid. I stayed in my place maybe just maybe he will give up. " Fine you want to play hide and seek like we are children then I will start
seeking. A game we used to play as children is now going to be a game of life and death. That's so sick, how twisted is he?
"I'm going to count to twenty and then I'll find you," he declared with a clap of his hands. My heart rate is picking up, my palms are sweaty, and my stomach is queasy. He used to be the best "seeker" when we played with hide and seek with the other children. I know I have to run but where to without compromising my self. I don't want to be caught again.
I was so deep in though I didn't even here he was already to 12. It's now or never. I took off towards what I'm hoping was the stream with the shard of glass in hand. I know he heard me run off because not a few seconds later I heard him say "ready or not here I come." I have an advantage though; I'm smaller and quicker than Patrick.I'm almost to the creek if I can make it across I can hide on the hillside.
I'm almost was there but I heard a trigger pulled back and I stopped dead in my tracks. "I told you I'd find you, now turn around slowly," he said amused. I know I can't run but I do have the piece of glass. If I can slide it into to my hoodie pocket I can catch him off guard and run." I said turn around I don't have all the time in the world!" he roared. I turned slowly to where we were facing him. He smirked but turned his head at the snap of a twig.
This is my chance. The universe is actually on my side for once. Growing up I was taught to shoot guns, bows and arrows, and my favorite throwing knives. I threw the shard of glass from my pocket and it him in the stomach. I took of without a glance to see the damage I'd done. I heard him hissing in pain. It won't kill him it was to dull but it will slow him down.
I was doing a little happy dance inside my head before a bullet whizzed by my head. I went behind a tree to give my self a little protection. "If Ryan hadn't ordered you alive, I'd shoot you and leave you for dead," snarled Patrick a little breathless. That one stung. When we were kids he always said he'd protect me and I'd protect him, instead he's breaking the promise we made when we were 7. "Why have you've become a heartless monster Patrick?" I spat.
"People change Stormi, you go through things that make you cold," he replied. I didn't respond. "We aren't little children without a care in the world, we are just to broken people trying to survive in this cruel world. We are just alike Stormi, take the easy way out trust me it's easier." He explained.
"What are you talking about? We are nothing alike Patrick. I'm not broken," I told him. "Yes we are, we've both been abandoned by the people who were supposed to shield us from the terrible world, and they didn't," he shouted with his voice breaking at the end. I saw vulnerability as he said that, the Patrick I know. "Then let me mend your wounds, if you are broken I'm here to pick up the pieces,"I said gently. He laughed bitterly.
"I remember being just like you, so full of fire. Trying to fight them, but soon enough they break you, they will do whatever it takes." He replied amusement evident in his voice. "Just give in now, and I know how strong you are Storm but it is better to not fight it. They will diminish the fire inside of you whether it takes torturing you or bringing your family into it, they break you into a millions tiny pieces," he explained to me.
"Patrick, we can leave here and start over, I know you are in there, they didn't kill your entire flame," I encouaraged. "It's not there anymore Storm, it's gone and your right I am monster," he said but he sounded closer. "I'm sorry," he told me as he shot my torso.