VISUAL PROMPT
by Kamil Kalbarczyk @ Unsplash

The scene opens with your protagnoist paddling hard down the river, desperately trying to outrun their pursuers.
Rivers Mercy
Jason ran down the slippery wooden boards of the pier, leading down to the wild, roaring river. The rain was pouring down, freezing cold, the kind that made your teeth chatter, drenching him to the skin, washing away the blood oozing from the gash on his cheek and the sweat soaking his clothes. Bang! The sound caused the boy's blood to freeze in his veins. He whipped his head around. They were still following him, but now they had a gun. And they were shooting. They actually wanted a 17-year-old dead. He skidded to a halt as he reached the boats, a rickety old canoe bobbing in the water, a paddle lying in it. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.
With shaking hands, Jason untied the small boat before jumping in, rocking it slightly. He cowered down to pick up the paddle. Bang! The next shot sounded closer to him. He rushed, "dip and push" he reminded himself. He tried his best to remember what his brother had taught him about canoeing, but the more he tried, the faster the memories slipped away. The strong undercurrent, the constant downpour, and the howling wind shook the small boat violently, spinning and rocking, making Jason lose all sense of direction. His stomach churned violently.
Bang! He whipped his head around, seeing a speedboat zooming up behind him, jumping up and down on the waves it was making. He had no chance. They had won, he had lost, he was dead. Bang! Missed. He silently said his goodbyes. Bang! The bullet passed by his left ear. Bang! The shot went straight into his stomach. Jason screamed out in pain, sobbing, watching the bloodstain grow on his shirt. Looking up at the sky above, he sobbed, heavy, heaving breaths, but no tears came. He wouldn't cry for them.
The blood was dyeing the water red. He was dying. Jason couldn't remember falling out of the canoe, but at some point he did. He wanted to kick, but the searing pain stopped him. Flail his arms, but he was too weak. Yell, but no sound came out. The water filled his lungs, a welcome relief from all the pain as he drowned, pulled under by the river.