Lauryn
I couldn't believe he was doing that. He hardly even knew me, but he was risking his life to make sure this man didn't take mine. Two more men in black stalked out of the trees and grabbed Jonathon and Rose. I was totally and completely helpless and I hated it. I could only watch and hope that something amazing happened. More people, both men and women, started coming out of the trees, surrounding us and our captors. At first I thought that they were just here to make sure that we didn't get away, but I noticed that they weren't dressed in black and that our captors were starting to freak out. The dagger came off my back and I heard the sound of metal sliding against metal behind me. I'd heard the sound in movies plenty of times before; a sword being pulled out of it's scabbard. The men and women rushed forward and my kidnapper's hand jerked off my mouth, trying to fight the charging people. There were about ten or so, way outnumbering the bad guys. I just stood there, stunned. It dawned on me that this wasn't a show or anything. These people really wanted to kill each other. That thought made me sick to my stomach. A man went up to Jonathon and pointed to me and Rose and then into the woods. Jonathon nodded. He picked up the knife and started walking toward me. He helped me to my feet. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded, not quite sure if 'yes' was the correct answer. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm fine." The answer came out snappier than I intended, but at that moment I honestly didn't care. We started off into the direction that the man had pointed to, quickly. I wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. My heart began beating again when the sounds of swordfighting died away. My stomach was in knots, remembering the feeling of the dagger at my back. I'd almost been killed...again. I hated the feeling that I was being stalked by this creepy army. What did they want with me? This had to be the most vivid nightmare anyone ever had. Finally, Jonathon stopped for a second. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Do what?" "Why did you drop the dagger? Those men could have killed you." "Well, I couldn't exactly let them kill you, could I?" That wasn't really an answer. "But you don't even know me." "So? You're human and God loves you and cares whether you die or not. It was the right thing to do." He started walking again. I knew that was about as much of an answer as I was going to get. What he said sounded familiar. Natasha said stuff like that a lot, telling me about her faith. I never really agreed with her, but I respected her. I would love to have eve half of the joy that Natasha had, but I couldn't see how anyone could believe in a god that they couldn't see. How they knew he existed I didn't know. Natasha had tried to explain countless times, but it just didn't make any sense to me.
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HannahMy name is Hannah and I live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. I live with my mom, my dad, my three younger sisters, my little brother, two very annoying, but very cute, dogs, and my grandma and grandpa. I love to write and have been writing since I was 7 (I think) when I wrote a devotional about the Herrera family. I have finished five books. I love to read. I love Jesus and try to please Him when I'm writing my books. Please enjoy! |