The sword screamed as it cut through the air.Tom ran he could hear his pursuer stalking him down.He ran. Quicker than a tiger, faster than he had ever ran before.

It had all started on that fateful night, when he locked himself in his room.He was filled with rage and as he thrust out his hand towards the door as if to smash it, his hand was engulfed with flames. As his palm met the door, it ignited. He ran from that wicked place, but little did he knew he was being followed. Now back to the story

The darkness seemed like a cloak of darkness to Tom he moved like a stealthy tiger. Leaves swirled around Tom as he darted between the trees. The forest smelt of charcoal. his arms were grazed by the low branches of the trees,but he had so much adrenaline in his body he could barely feel it. Finally, he arrived.. He knew his fate was doomed. He fell towards the floor. His face smashed into the ground he yellped in pain.