Ruth Forest.

For a 500 word competition for Chris Evans :)

I was running, I couldn't stop. He was after me, they were after me. If I stopped, even for a split second, they'd catch me. Catch and kill - that was there motto. They were the hunters, and they were hunting me. Like Hitler and the blonde haired blue eyed Germans, I had brown hair, and green eyes.
This is a totally different generation though, I was running from pirates, yes, pirates. They'd taken over England, Captain. Swishergold sits where the Queen sat, I wish it still was the Queen. I personally don't see how her bodyguards didn't save her from those bullets, but, I suppose, God Save the Queen.

Everyone had left the country, fled to France or The Rep. of Ireland. That's where I was heading, Ireland. Suddenly, I heard a gun fire from behind me, it zoomed past me and hit a near by tree. It missed me by inches.
I'd not stopped running yet, I hadn't a clue where I was running to, but I had just passed a sign that read Liverpool. I could hear waves lapping against the sand.

I could be free, finally.
My mum and family left me. I woke up one morning to find them gone, no note, nothing. Just like they evaporated out of thin air. My little sister, Libby, had blonde hair, blue eyes. She got taken away by 'the crew' a few months ago. Never to be seen on the streets again. A salty tear made it's way down my pale cheek and dripped off my chin.

I'd reached the coastline, boats were lined up against the rocks at the far end of the beach. I sprinted, I put all my energy in this run, I had to make it. I couldn't die at 13, me, Ruth Forrest. My brown hair reaching my shoulders and my green eyes like a cats, were darting everywhere. Finally, I had made it to the rowing boat. I pushed it out towards the ocean, with not far to go, sadly, I heard a scream of agony right after a streak of bullets. They were close.

The little rowing boat had made it to the sea, the clouds above us forming a storm. At the minute though, all I cared about was my safety, not my beauty/looks.

The waves soared around me, it felt like hours before I saw it, land. 'Land ahoy..' I muttered, and brushed a murky hand into my greasy hair. Ireland, here I come.

ten years later

"-and you may now kiss the bride." The vicar announced, as my new best friend celebrated my wedding.
I was now married, had a good job, lived in a good house. Shows what you can do if you commit to it, like I did running and rowing and finding a few job.

Hi, my name is Ruth Forrest, I am 23 years old...

I escaped the pirates.

^^500 WORDS^^
If I get a lot of likes (like 20 or somert) I'm considering entering this in the 500 WORDS competition, it'll be the last time I get to do it. Please give me feedback and constructive criticism - thanks xxxxx