Homework Assignment- but it contains SASUKE lol
Now that I think about it, I've been followed for a long time. At first it was frightening. I had to constantly be alert, constantly thinking about what might happen the next time I look around.
It's easier now, looking over my shoulder, I mean. As the years passed, I got used to it, started to relish in letting them tail me so far, then either striking, or playing silly games with them. My favourite is walking in circles for hours, waiting for them to tire, to make a mistake. Their last mistake.
I should have guessed that this would happen when I ran away from the village. The first thing you're taught is that if someone leaves, they must be found and destroyed; they could leak valuable information about the village and its weaknesses. Like there's any secrets worth blabbing about *that* place.
A creaking noise. I jump, and then relax as I feel her next to me. She isn't used to this yet. She worries, panics, fumbles and makes mistakes. Her face is pale and anxious in the moonlight. She crouches on the gnarled branch and whispers, "Where are they?"
"I don't know." I hiss back, "But I would know if you'd stop moving about and yammering in my ear."
"I can't help it!" She snaps at me, flaring up, albeit quietly. "This freaks me out, every time!"
I'm not listening to her. Instead I'm focusing on the silhouettes below us, listening to the sound of their cloaks slithering over the leaves, the soft whisper of the wind on their hair and clothes. I squint and count four shapes; three men, and at a guess, a hound. Ayoka looks down, sees them and whimpers. I clap a hand over her mouth and she glowers defiantly at me. I glare back, willing her not to resist; if she alerts them, we're finished.
I sure picked a stupid place to hide.
They're speaking. I need to know what they're saying. Removing my hand from her mouth, I place a finger over my lips, advise her to be quiet. She nods, face set, but her golden eyes are wide and scared.
Picking my way through the more secure of the branches, I can hear mumbling. One is holding a radio. Radio means more parties of trackers. More parties mean more trouble. A twig snaps under my hand and I tense, gritting my teeth. One of the men looks curiously into the tree, close to the branch I'm currently coiled around. Another man mumbles something, and he looks away, following the others as they make their way further into the moonlit forest.
I clamber as quickly as possible back up the tree; Ayoka is already sliding lithely among the branches towards me, red lights dancing in her long hair.
“There’s some more, back there.” She hisses, jerking her head behind her, towards more trees. “I saw em when the moon came out again.” I nod, and start to tell her about the radio, but a shout makes us both freeze.
“Up there! There he is! I see him, I see him!”
For a split-second I smirk; idiot. Any experienced Tracker would keep quiet. Now the whole world and his dog know that they’ve seen me. Then I grab Ayoka’s wrist and drag her out of the way. Glancing back, I see knives embedded in the branch we were perched on only seconds before.
Still gripping her arm, I pull her with me; I hear her make an annoyed grunt as she attempts to keep up with me as we leap from branch to branch. Keeping in the trees, in the dark is our best option. If we try running on ground we’re dead.
Darks clouds roll in over the full moon, turning the sky onyx and suddenly I’m blind. Darkness presses on my eyes.
I stop, not daring to move unless I can see. My heart is racing wildly; I’m going to get caught, I’m going to get caught, and I’ll be killed...
Ayoka’s warm hand closes on mine, and I feel her lips next to my ear, “Follow me,” She whispers, “I can see better than you in the dark.”
I’m forced to comply. She moves ahead of me, and I pick my way along the branches, squeezing her hand to ensure we’re still both safe.
My hand slips, I sway for a moment, pulling Ayoka off balance. She swears and grabs a branch that snaps, and she falls backwards into me. Suddenly lights are flashing and noises roar in my head. We're caught.
I can hear shouts, running, my eyes are adjusting. Shapes, people, converging, moving around us. Ayoka whimpers and grips my hand.
They’re all around us. So many of them. I know that there are too many of them, even without their shouts, warning me to stay still, come quietly or they’ll kill me straight off. Ayoka cuddles into my back, apologizing, as though it’s her fault.
They’re getting closer. They’re going to kill me. I’m going to die. Way to go, man. Some genius you are. You’re dead. Dead unless you find some sort of miracle that will help us escape.
I know what I have to do.