Lost and Found. (hidden/open)

It is evident as soon as I look inside that someone has beaten me there. I freeze in place as they wrestle, the one I judge to be the kidnapper closing his hands around the other's throat. The older man grabs at the second, making an attempt to slam the second agaisnt the wall. If he succedes in doing so, I have little doubt the other younger man will end up unconcious. Or perhaps boy would be more fitting. He can't be older than mylsef. I'm getting ready to smash in the window, when I hear a familiar voice cry my name. I stop dead, my gaze finding her in the gloomy light. The next thing I hear is the abductor's own snarl. As I peer through the window, growing more tense my the second, I try to work out the situation. I can make out their voices, but cannot distinguish their words. I hear Rose's softer tones, beginning to object, but she's promptly cut off, and I spot the glint of the knife held to her throat. With his victim silenced, the man backs away, muttering to himself. She screams out again for me, and the blade goes flying to her head. My heart nearly stops, but he missed, the point plunging into the soft wood instead. He walks up and slaps her across the face. That was the last straw. I don't have many friends here in District Twelve, but those I do have I'm rather protective of. Especially when they're still just practically kids. Just Twelve years old.

I'm about ready to skewer the man's throat with an arrow, but before I do marches stiffly out the door. I nudge the glass with my elbow, finding it loose, but enough to simply pry out the entire pane. Without hesitating, I smash in the glass, opening multiple cuts on my hand, but I barely notice. I slither through the opening as swiftly as I can, cutting myself a few more times on the jagged shards, and dash over to Rose. "Are you alright?" I ask in a hushed tone. She doesn't look too awful, he face is just a bit cut up, but I have little doubt she's rather frightened. I take her arm and lift her to her feet. I hesitate, biting my lip. We need to get out, head back towards the district, or at the very least, up a tree. I yank my knife from my belt, and press the handle into her palms. I'm hoping very much she won't have even the slightest reason to use it, but just in case. My pulse pounds in my ears, the slim cuts on the back of my hand leaking bright red. Still on high alert, I begin trying to form some sort of plan. We need to get out of here, or at least, Rose needs to get out of here. For the moment, the abductor is distracted, and I can hear the contstant humming of an engine. What it is I don't know, but I don't care much to find out either. I keep my bow steady, eyes flitting from the door to the windows. I can't help wondering if more people have arrived in whatever the vehicle is. I can likely hold them off for a short time with my arrows, if they aren't too numerous. Maybe enough time to let Rose escape, if we're lucky.

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