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Running 3

Then I fell. Something had my foot. In fear, I started to struggle, only worsing the pain, and something dug into my ankle. That only scared me more. I reached down, and began to claw at what had my foot.
Then I heard foot steps. I froze. A shadow covered my face. He found me. I slowly looked up at his face. His perfect face was twisted into an evil smile. He knew that I was stuck. He leaned down.
“I told you that you wouldn’t escape me,” he whispered in my ear. My foot might’ve been stuck, but everything else was free. So I punched him in the face. I hear a satisfying crunch as my fist connected with his nose. Blood flowed from his missed shaped nose. His eyes filled with anger.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he growled, eyes flashed dangerously. I just glared at him. Then he grabbed me, and the last thing I saw were his dark, angry eyes.

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