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.