Run! They're right behind you! [open]

[SAMANTHA DELACROIX]

She had no idea how long she had been running or in what direction, all she knew was that she heard the guards screaming behind her and their heavy footfalls on the cobbled streets of Port Royal. Samantha's breathing was heavy, her heart raced and a sting of pain kept torturing her side. How long would she be able to keep a distance between herself and the guards that without a doubt would feel the need to avenge their brother in arms? What if they brought in horses? There was no way that she could outrun those... She had to hide!

Rounding another corner Sam stopped and looked around, a panicked look flashing in her chocolate brown eyes. Even though the night was pitch black and the moon and stars were nowhere to be seen, Sam knew that the grey mass in front of her had to be a wall. Great, just what she needed. A friggin' dead end!

Not to far in the distance, she hears dogs barking and howling and the woman winced. Oh god... They brought out the dogs! What now? Samantha's grip tightened around the bloody dagger in her hand as she closed her eyes for a moment. She needed to clear her head, find a way to get out of here. There was no way that she was going back there, hell no! What for? So they could hang her another day? No... She would fight if she had to, even if she knew that she didn't stand a chance.
.......

When the guards on duty had brought out a bottle of Rum and a deck of cards, Samantha knew that she wouldn't get a lot of sleep. It was one of those nights again, the guards would play their game and drink their rum until they were completely shit faced. And the more they drank, the louder they would become, especially if one of them lost a big pot. A sigh escaped Samantha's lips as she pulled her blanket over her head and closed her eyes. Like it wasn't bad enough that she was waiting to be hung, couldn't they just let her have her peace?

Somehow she must have dozed off to sleep, because she was awoken again by the sound of her cell door being unlocked. Her eyes flashed open and she saw one of the guards, the fat one with the goatee, open up her cell with a wicked smile playing on his chubby features. Sam instantly knew what was going on and her eyes flashed to the table where the guards had been playing and drinking. Much to her relief, the other guard was snoring loudly and vast asleep.

Samantha jumped to her feet and backed away to the corner of her cell. The guard just laughed and stumbled forward, barely able to walk any more. Even in the corner of her cell, she could smell the alcohol fuming out of his toothless mouth. She knew what he was planning, he was drunk and wanted some feminine company. Sam was a girl and locked up a few steps away from him, what more could he wish for? Good plan, wrong girl...

Waiting a few more seconds, Samantha's muscles tightened and her eyes fixed on the guard's every move. Just one more step... Without warning, Sam threw herself at the guard with a feral scream. The force of their collision knocked the guard of his feet and the duo rolled across the floor of Sam's cell. Her quick hands quickly found the dagger that she's seen dangling from the man's belt and she drew the blade. Ignoring the man's screams, she plunged it down and down again until the guard stopped moving.

A shiver ran down the woman's spine as she stood there, the bloody dagger in her hand and the guard's lifeless body at her feet. The door was still open with the keys in the keyhole. This was her chance... She had to run! For a moment, the thought of locking up the drunken guard ran through her head but she decided against it. It was already a miracle that his friend's screams hadn't woke him up and moving him now would be stupid. Instead of that, she sneaked past him and started running. Running towards her freedom.
.....

Opening up her eyes again, Samantha quickly looked around for a place to hide but couldn't find a spot. What good would it do her anyway? The dogs would pick up her trail within seconds. What if she could get to the roof? Maybe if she climbed up those crates? With a little luck she could make the jump to the thatched roof across the street. Just when she walked over to the crates, she heard a sound behind her and quickly spun around. "Who's there!" The woman whispered, the dagger firmly in her grip as her eyes tried to pierce the darkness.

[ALICE CAITLIN TAYLOR]

Alice held a strong dislike for dogs. They couldn't understand what she said to them, and they always made noise at the most importune times. It was terrible, especially since she was in the middle of committing a crime.

Convincing a man to take a woman home with them for a one night stand was hard work. Pulling off a heist during that one night stand was a job in itself. She had managed to get her drunken guide to show her his collection of weaponry before pulling him into bed and wearing him out, but he had been extremely clingy after their dirty rendezvous. When she finally got him to go to sleep, she slipped out of bed and stole her way downstairs to pilfer his goods.

There was where Alice met the dog. She had managed to find a way to carry and conceal the swords and pistols she was relieving from the man via a leather coat with nooses made specifically for holding weapons sewed on the inside that she plucked off a hook on the wall. She had just finished filling every noose with twice the amount it was supposed to hold when the beast approached. She tried to shush it and calm its growling, but when the first bark resonated throughout the house, she ran for the nearest exit as fast as her feet would carry her.

She had barely made it outside before someone followed her out. The sound of an exploding round fill the air, and her heart and feet raced faster than ever. She barely had time to throw herself over the hedges bordering the estate before another shot was fired. It grazed her shoulder, throwing her off balance and onto the ground.

Alice didn't have much time to think before she was on her feet again. The shack - that was where she needed to go. Her feet pounded on the dirt roads that led to the abandoned building, but she took many detours to lose anyone that could possibly be following her. It was a waste of energy, yes, but it was necessary if she was going to keep her secrecy. However, the sounds of shouting sent her skidding to a halt.

"What the..."

The color in her skin faded fast, leaving her face pale and sickly. There was no way they could have alerted the guard that fast, and even then it sounded like they had sent the whole navy after her. Her feet began moving again, but she turned away from the direction of the shack; there was no way she could compromise that location.

A minute later, Alice found herself at a dead end. Muttering under her breath, she turned to leave but thought better of it. Leaving now would alert anyone who happened to be passing by and give her away. Besides, the sound of more dogs filled the air, and-- She quickly hid in the shadow of the corner as a figure entered the alley.

She watched the person anxiously looking around and cocked her head slightly. What were they panicking about? They surely hadn't done anything to top her, so they had nothing to worry about. It was then that moonlight gleamed off the dagger in the figure's hand, illuminating the blood covering it. Surprised, Alice took a step forward.

Who's there!

Alice paused for a moment, debating whether or not to retreat back into the shadows. Deciding against it, she stepped forward again.

"So they're lookin' for you! Bloody 'ell, I thought they were after me."