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I Am Wanted (5) We fell. It was a quick fall, but hitting the ground took forever. Once Illiana and I hit, the pain felt like it would never go away. Illiana had landed feet first, braking her right ankle. Then while catching herself, she broke her left wrist. I had broken a rib and one of my wrists. We were in so much pain. The assassins were climbing up the ladder, unaware that we were no longer in the house. "We have to move," I said to Illiana while clutching my side. "Okay." She winced, looking at the treehouse. We stood up and tried to walk. "Ow!" we spoke in unison. I helped Illiana walk and she held my side. We made it about one mile before we stopped. "I think they know we're gone by now," I said. I looked at the space behind us. It's short distance scared me. If we can't move fast enough, they'll catch us. "Who are 'they' anyways," Illiana asked. How do I explain this? "They're assassins. They were assigned to kill me. I don't know why, but they want me dead. They've tried a few times and failed. I don't know how long this will go on, either." As I explained this, Illiana watched me. She looked at me with interested, chocolate eyes and listened. "I believe you. Obviously you didn't get that gash from a tree branch. What did happen?" I told her about the man throwing the knife at me. How it grazed my arm and left a gash. "Well. We'll have to go to a hospital. I can barely walk and you can't even talk without gasping." "We can't go to the hospital. If we do they'll find me and they won't hesitate to kill you." I hoped she would understand. "But, if we don't, there's possibilities of infection leading to death. Maybe." "How in the world do you know all this stuff?" I asked questioningly. "I'm training to be an F.B.I. agent. Well as much as you can train in high school." We started walking again. We had to make it far or else we could be found. Illiana and I had only moved a few inches when we heard a blast. Even though it was about two miles away, we could feel it. The blast threw us to the ground. We looked back to the distant treehouse, seeing it go up in flames. Illiana looked like she could cry. "I'm sorry, Illiana," I said, trying to keep her spirits up. She looked at me strangely. "We have to keep moving." Her saying this caught me by surprise. I nodded and helped her stand. Together, we limped away from the fire.

I Am Wanted {4} Illiana's house was huge. From the ground it looked about medium-sized, but close up it looked like a mansion. "So this is my house," Illiana said cheerfully. We were on the porch which was a wrap-around porch, and Illiana was opening the door. When she opened the door, it felt like a breath of fresh air. It had only been two days of me on the run, but being in an actual house was amazing. The living room was large with a connected couch in its center. Two coffee tables were on either sides of the couch and throw pillows were everywhere. They littered the floor, so everywhere you stepped there was one. "What happened to your arm?" I looked at Illiana, then at my arm. "It looks infected," she added. "Oh, I was trying to catch my camera from the stream and my arm got scratched by a tree branch." These were complete lies, but I couldn't tell her that someone had thrown a knife at me. Most likely aiming to kill me and I barely even knew her anyways. "Do you want me to help you re-wrap it? I could put some antibiotics on it." Did I want her help? "Uh, okay." She took me to her bathroom which was big, too. Illiana crouched down and started looking under the cabinet. She sat a bottle and a towel on the counter. Wetting a small section of the towel with the bottle, Illiana said, "Now this might sting a little." I nodded, wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. Illiana took the bandage I had made off my gash. Then she applied the towel's corner that she had wetted. "Ouch!" I screeched. "Sorry." I watched her wrap it back up, this time I had an actual bandage, not just a strip of t-shirt. "Thanks," I said. "You're welcome. You never told me your name." I thought quickly, but words were already falling out of my mouth. "Amber. Amber Sparks." I had just told her my real name. I had used rule three perfectly, but I had just broken rule one. Great. Now if they came looking for me, I'd be toast. "That's a pretty name." "Thanks. I guess I'd better go, but thanks for your help." "You have to leave?" Illiana looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to get home." I started towards the front door. "Couldn't I go with you?" she said while following me. "No. That's okay." She opened the door for me. "Bye." A bullet was shot through the door at us. "Crap!" I said, trying to get Illiana to move. She followed me and we went into a hallway. "Do you have a room away from here?" I motioned to the front door, where bullets were coming quickly now. "Over there," Illiana pointed. It was across the line of fire. "Who are those people?" she asked. "I'll tell you later." The bullets were still coming and I knew once they were all gone, they would come. The bullets stopped which was sooner than I had expected because I thought they would have come well prepared. "We need to get out of here now," I whispered. "Do you have a back door, Illiana?" "Yes, but there's no ladder." The ladder which we had used to come up, was on the front of the tree. The only way to get out was... "We'll have to jump." I told Illiana. "What?!" I pulled Illiana to the back door. She was obviously freaking out and her breath was staggered. I looked down. It wasn't that far down, but far down enough that we would have broken bones if we jumped. I grabbed Illiana's hand. "Together. One, two, three." We jumped.

I Am Wanted {3} I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. They were up in the trees, watching me. I crawled out from under the lean-to. When I stood up, my back started aching. Probably from sleeping on the hard ground. I bent back, letting the pain slip away. After a second, my back popped. My back instantly felt better. I looked at my arm. The skin around my gash had swollen overnight. I needed medical attention, but if I went to hospital they would find me. I turned to the lean-to, which was already falling. I threw the leaves aside and moved the dead wood behind the oak tree. I started walking, slowly, but still walking. My stomach growled from hunger. I licked my lips, wanting water as well. I could faintly hear moving water, so I followed the sound to a stream. When I reached the stream, I was parched. I lowered my cupped hands to the water and brought it up to my mouth. I slurped it loudly. It was just so good. After my drink, I lied down with my face to the sky. I had went camping as a kid, but only after I had wasted a few hours begging my mom. I had never seen a sight like this though. The sky was a brilliant shade of blue and the trees were huge, voluminous, and beautiful. I wished I had my camera. I would have loved to get a picture of this. Annabelle would have, too. Then I remembered my friend. Dead. I stood up, wanting to get further from the crash. I started running. I made about a mile before I stopped to walk. This part of the forest was thicker. So thick I had to push branches out of my way to move. I started feeling claustrophobic. Two big trees blocked my vision, so I couldn't see the path ahead. In between the leaves, I saw a pair of eyes. I screamed, probably not the best thing to do while facing a possible attacker. "Ssh, it's okay," the voice said. "W...who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Illiana Greene." The girl moved out of the trees. "Why are you in the forest?" I asked her. She looked to be about my age with long blonde hair that reached past her shoulders. She was in worn out jeans and a simple t-shirt. "I should be asking you the same question," she replied, taking me in as well. I suddenly felt embarrassed and pulled my thin sweater tight around myself. "I live a little ways from here. I was going on a photo-shoot, but I lost my camera in the stream. I was trying to find it downstream." The lies slipped easily out of my mouth. I looked at Illiana, hoping she would believe me. "Really? Wow. I live right over there." Her finger motioned behind her to a tree, but I didn't see a house. "Where?" I questioned. She looked at me with devious eyes. Illiana pointed again, this time up to the tree top. "Up there," she said. I looked up at the tree. In the middle of the tree was a huge treehouse. Not like a kid's treehouse, it was an actual house in a tree. "Come on," Illiana said. "I'll show you my house."

I Am Wanted {2} I started running. As I reached the forest, I thought back. What did I know about running from dangerous criminals? I numbered them off. 1.You don't trust anyone. 2.Stay off roads and out of non-crowded areas. 3.Come up with a back story for nosy people. Okay, I knew some things. I was still running, thinking this, when I heard the bushes moving. I stopped and turned around. It's probably just an animal, I thought. Then I heard breathing, human breathing. Okay, so it's not an animal. I started running, thinking about the wreck. Who was driving the other truck? I hadn't seen the driver, so I assumed he was dead. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was the one who was hiding in the bush. "Stay calm," I whispered as I ran,"It's going to be okay." I knew I was lying to myself, but it was the only way to keep from screaming. I turned around, thinking I had lost him, when I was hit with a sharp blade. It had only grazed my arm, but I saw blood. A small gash had formed on my arm. I looked for my attacker, seeing no one. Maybe whoever it was ran away, I thought. I checked the bushes and trees. I ran as fast as I could until I remembered my arm. I had seen 'Bear Grill', I could do this. I took a medium sized strip off the sleeve of my shirt and tied it tightly around the gash. Once I had bandaged my arm, I slowly jogged. I was out of breath, but I had to keep moving. I had never seen myself running this much, though. I started thinking about running from criminals again. I realized I had come up with another, so I mentally added it to my list. 4.Find food and shelter quickly. I looked up at the sky and saw it was darkening. Well, time to apply step number four. I started gathering big leaves I could use to make a lean-to. I leaned some dead wood on a large oak tree, then covered it with the big leaves. It would be crappy, but at least it was something. Finally, realizing how dark it was and how tired I was, I crawled under the lean-to. I thought about what I would do tomorrow. I needed to keep moving, get some food, find water, and redo the bandages on my wound. As I started drifting asleep, I looked up at the night sky, hoping tomorrow would be better. -------//--------- Hoped you guys liked part two!