My bare feet were scratched from all the twigs and rocks. My breath was hurried, forced, and fast. My chest pounded with the painful beat of my heart. But I couldn't stop. No way. If I stopped running, then...I would die. Well that's cheerful isn't it? Yeah, I think not. The dog's barking was slowly growing louder as the Hunters were gaining on me. And, like in the movies, I had reached a cliff.
"Damn it, really?! Really, why me?! Why now?!", I shouted to no one in particular. But, also like in movies, the ocean was in front of me. Here goes 5 years of swimming lessons. Closing my eyes, I hopped off the cliff, feeling the rush of the air beside me and the salty sea spray sprinkle my face. Carefully I assumed diving position, and the water was inches from my face, but it felt like hours for my hands to feel it's cold sensation. By some miracle, I hit no rocks.
As my body hit the sand, I forced my numb legs to pound off of the ground, sending me upwards towards the surface. And then I felt something hit the base of my neck - like when you get a shot at the doctors. Uh-oh. Slowly my hands reached towards the pain, and sure enough they yanked out a small dart, which was sure to mean I would die from the dart's poisonous venom any second now.
While the darkness took over my vision, I somehow managed to start laughing like a crazy person. "You may have got me!" I shouted, "But you'll never find him! He knows you're after him, he'll mislead you! Just bet on it!"
All I felt were a pair of strong hands grab my shoulders, shaking me. Someone was shouting my name. "Anna! Anna I'm here!" I knew it. My dead father had come to gather me. I took his hand. And then it was all over.