They ran down the hallway, trying to avoid making too much noise. Something was wrong; something was very wrong. They were after her; they wanted her, but they weren’t going to get her. She was a beautiful native and possibly the last hope for her kind. He wasn’t going to let them kill her.
“Leanne,” he ordered. “Come with me. We can cut to the street and avoid them entirely.”
They ran down the stairs and out the front door. Thankfully, none of the cult members saw her. He was thankful…she had enough to worry about.
When they had made it to the park he took her by the hand and sat her down. “Okay, tell me about yourself,” he ordered. “What’s your real name?”
“I can’t tell you that,” she explained. “That information is mine and mine alone. Please do not make me tell you things I’m not ready to tell you, or anyone else for that matter.”
She grew quiet, and he guessed it was his fault.
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