In the middle of the woods, a young boy was running as if from something or someone. He looked scared as he ran looking back every passing minute. He didn't mind that the tall trees lining up each of his side, would maybe have something terrifying in it. Or the sounds of wolves deep in the woods. All he wanted was to run away from who ever.
'Oh god, please don't let him catch me' the boy thought. So he was running from someone. His breathing was intense, and maybe he was so tired but he kept running atleast until he was far. But then, when he stopped just to catch air, he heard the sound of a car driving towards him from where he was coming from.
His heart almost jumped out of his heart when he happened to see the car lights, they were near, and maybe they had seen him. The boy looked at the opposite direction, it was still far. If he continued to run straight, they will definitely catch him and it was going to be a long journey. He decided to go into the woods, leaving the main road. It shouldn't be the best option for someone small and young as he looked, but he sloped to the slippery ground. This is when he remembered it wasn't a good idea. It had rained, and the ground was slippery.
He slipped flipping as small sticks scratched and cut through his skin until he landed on his knee hitting the tree. The screams alerted the ones looking for him. They thought they had seen him, but when they didn't see any sign of him. They also thought they had been delusional. "He's down there. How stupid of him." One of the guys said. He had brown hair, quite tall and his boby was built due to the arbs seen through his shirt. They seemed to be in their late teen years.
"Are we..... going down there.." Another boy asked, this one was thin and short. Also brown hair with white strands. The others looked at the first one who raised his brow, "you don't think am going to let him die from there, do you?" He continued when the latter seemed to not want to do so. They could still here the boy's voices crying in pain. Had he broke his bones?
"If you don't want to do it, then leave." The brown haired boy spoke as he moved to back of the truck knocking the one who stood in his way. His hair was tinted white, he looked....not pleasing. "But Chan Yang, there are wolves there. This might not end well if we or you go down there" when he was done talking, the other two boys nodded in agreement. "I told you to leave, am not leaving my...."
"Your cousin?" The one sitting on the truck interrupted. "You would have thought about that before chasing him like an animal and you the hunter" he continued. He had black hair. He had been sitting on the front of the car quietly. He was built just like Chan, but he was a bit taller than him. Chan looked at him and pursued his lips.
He didn't say anything again. Instead he tied a knot on the car tire and to his waist and slopped. The black haired boy saw Chan slopping and he also followed although he seemed to be doing it just because the latter had done it. The other boys looked at each other before holding the rope and also slopped.
The young boy was still seated on the ground covered in dirt
His blonde hair was wet and dirty. His body had red bruises and his wounds were bleeding. This was not good since the other boys were saying something about wolves. And bleeding at this time, would definitely attract them. He looked around when he saw lights and also heard voices echoing His name. " Jiminaaaaa.....jiminaaa"
"Jimin we are not going to hurt you, but the wolves will if you stay here" he heard a familiar voice making him turn his head each side. His eyes widen when he saw reddish eyes in the woods as if looking forward to get him. He didn't know what to do since he had hurt his knee and was very scared. He couldn't run and his hands also were hurt.
It was a wolf, maybe an animal.
It's eyes were in the shadows but slowly Jimin could see them approaching. He pulled himself backwards as he sneezed carefully not make any sound. He was determined to be eaten than to shout so the other could find him, but this was scary. The animal moved closer and Jimin could sense it was setting to jump at him so he closed his eyes.
He flinched when a sound of a gun shot was heard. Had the others got him? When he opened his eyes, the animal was laying dead on the ground. It was a wolf, blood was oozing out of his fresh. Jimin's wet eyes widened and as he opened his mouth to shout in terror, large hands covered his mouth. His hands were also grabbed , he couldn't even turn his head. Tears dropped from his eyes.
Jimin could feel his back on a large masculine chest, his head was tugged at the side of the person's shoulder and as minutes went by, breathing become hard. The person had also covered his nose, although he tried fighting, the latter had him tight and mercilessly since he was hurt and the person didn't seem to mind.
Jimin was becoming weak each minute, the calling of the others had become echoes. He could feel his body in so much pain and he didn't know who this person was was. It seemed whoever he was, he was not part of the ones hunting him. Jimin felt the hand that had been keeping his hands at ease releasing him and getting hold of his thighs instead.
'Oh God, please don't let me die'
He was raised up and carried like a baby, his sight blurred and before he could do anything, he was out.
Unconscious.