I felt their arms latch onto me, as we rolled down the slope that led eventually to the leveled ground of the forest.
I looked up, unsure of who I bumped into, which was really beginning to spike the fear coursing through my veins. He was on top of me, which his brown hair was now roughed up into a scruffled mess.
His eyes were strikingly blue, and now that I think about it, he looked more like a model than really anything else.
It's like they hire good-looking people in the spy mage system. But, one thing I could say for sure, was that he was not my friend. I pushed him off from me, as he rolled a few feet, giving me enough time to stagger onto my feet.
He eventually returned to his feet as well, wasting no time in pulling out his gun—which was equipped with a silencer on it—ready to shoot me dead.
Spiking fear bolted through my veins, as adreadline pushed me towards him, and fastened my hands on his gun.
