As the weather worsened Romana walked faster through the snow , suddenly a whistle blew , "hey you , stop right there" said a policeman , Romana ran as fast as she could and down the street and hijacked a horse carriage pushing the driver off into the freezing cold snow. She drove the horse carriage through the streets and quickly looked behind her , a police horse carriage was following her , her horse carriage sped up more as it crossed the bridge , the police were right behind her , a policeman pulled his gun out and started firing towards her.
Romana ducked and weaved a little avoiding the bullets as her horse carriage zoomed through the streets as the sun set beyond the horizon , the gas lit street lamps glowed softly in the night as the policeman were in pursuit. Romana stopped the horse carriage and climbed off , she ran through the cold snow as the police chased her , she ran onwards until she reached the river , "damn a dead end" thought Romana , the policemen came closer and closer , Romana decided to take her chances and started to cross over the partially frozen river.
The policemen followed her as they fired shots and tried not to slip on the ice as a bullet grazed against Romana's face, Romana moved across the ice faster then suddenly she heard a cracking sound , she continued to move onwards, "id rather die than get caught again" she thought , the policemen stopped and stood still , "the ice is unstable" said one of the policemen , suddenly the ice cracked and Romana fell down , the policeman watched as she fell through ice , Romana held onto the ice as long as she could but slowly started to lose her grip and sink.
Her arm sticking out of the freezing cold water as the policemen watched , they watched as her arm sank under the water , "she's not surviving that" said a policeman , they put their guns away as they walked back onto dry land and drove away on their horse carriages.
The End....?
Moments later a hand burst out of the freezing cold water and grabbed hold of a ladder at the edge of the river....
...A few months later a hooded figure appeared in a countryside town close to the forest , the hooded figure picked up her bags and walked into her new home and closed the door , she walked into the living room and looked into the mirror as she pulled her hood down.
She looked at the scar as she ran her fingers through her long dark hair then traced the scra with her fingertip.
"This isn't over.... it's just the beginning" said Romana...
To be continued in my next story "The Assassin: Oakhaven"
Romana ducked and weaved a little avoiding the bullets as her horse carriage zoomed through the streets as the sun set beyond the horizon , the gas lit street lamps glowed softly in the night as the policeman were in pursuit. Romana stopped the horse carriage and climbed off , she ran through the cold snow as the police chased her , she ran onwards until she reached the river , "damn a dead end" thought Romana , the policemen came closer and closer , Romana decided to take her chances and started to cross over the partially frozen river.
The policemen followed her as they fired shots and tried not to slip on the ice as a bullet grazed against Romana's face, Romana moved across the ice faster then suddenly she heard a cracking sound , she continued to move onwards, "id rather die than get caught again" she thought , the policemen stopped and stood still , "the ice is unstable" said one of the policemen , suddenly the ice cracked and Romana fell down , the policeman watched as she fell through ice , Romana held onto the ice as long as she could but slowly started to lose her grip and sink.
Her arm sticking out of the freezing cold water as the policemen watched , they watched as her arm sank under the water , "she's not surviving that" said a policeman , they put their guns away as they walked back onto dry land and drove away on their horse carriages.
The End....?
Moments later a hand burst out of the freezing cold water and grabbed hold of a ladder at the edge of the river....
...A few months later a hooded figure appeared in a countryside town close to the forest , the hooded figure picked up her bags and walked into her new home and closed the door , she walked into the living room and looked into the mirror as she pulled her hood down.
She looked at the scar as she ran her fingers through her long dark hair then traced the scra with her fingertip.
"This isn't over.... it's just the beginning" said Romana...
To be continued in my next story "The Assassin: Oakhaven"