“Stop running!”

“No!” I scream back just in time for them to throw me to the cold cold snow. I fight hard. As hard as I can. I’m drenched in snow and cold cold water but I don’t stop.

“Your coming with us.” One of the assassins yell at me but I can still barely hear him over the wind and snow that is hitting my face like a thousand tiny knives.

I kicked the person on me hard in the chest and that was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.