The Forgotten

I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything. Not even my name. But I am being chased by brutal killers... I will probably be dead by the time you read this.

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16. Give mercy

"Give me the key to the chains." I snarled, aiming an arrow at him. A gulp.

"Unless, of course, you'd like an arrow sticking out of your head?" The General reached slowly into his pocket. His eyes never left me, and mine never left him. We were like two bombs, waiting for the perfect moment to explode, killing the other. He started to draw his hand out, and I could see him tense. A trick. I ducked swiftly, as he flicked his hand out, throwing a dart at me. I loosed my arrow, but at his shoulder.

"Keys." I reminded him as he screamed in pain. "Or I shoot again." Pulling the arrow from his wound, he nodded, pulling some keys from a pouch in his belt. I took them.

"I'll be back if these are the wrong ones." I growled, and ran off.

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