Into The Woods

Running, the wind in my face. Breathing hard, my lungs on fire. Ducking branches, dodging rocks and trees. As I run my satchel bangs against my hip. I didn't think they would follow me into the woods, I was told soldiers of the king feared the woods. But here they were chasing me through the forest. Every so often they would let off a gunshot but they missed me every time, almost. One soldier shot his gun and suddenly I felt searing pain in my right forearm. My vision became tinged with red and I started to stumble. I tried to regain my balance but failed. I tripped over a raised root and sprawled on the ground. I tried to to get back on my feet, but I placed too much weight on my right arm and collapsed again. I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and I got pulled to my feet. One of the guards pulled my satchel off my shoulder, purposefully bumping it into my wound. Fresh pain filled my body and my knees went weak, but the guard that was holding me forced me to stand. The guard in front of me had my satchel in one hand, and with the other had he was fishing through the bag. As his hand finds what he was looking for he starts to smile, a cruel, lopsided smile. He pulls  out a jeweled necklace out of my bag. He motions to the guard next to him and he places his gun to my head, "maybe this will teach you not to steal from the King."