Amelia sprinted through the dense forest, her lungs screaming for air, her legs burning under the strain. As tired as she was, she could hear the voices getting closer quickly. "Catch that brat before she gets too; far we can't let her escape!" the voice cried out in anger. She pushed herself even harder than before. Her feet pounding the damp forest floor with a renewed vigor. She couldn't let them catch her, if they did she would never be heard from again. Suddenly she came to a screeching halt as she neared a cliff. What was she going to do now? Sure there was a river below but the rapids were rushing so fast that she was sure she would drown. She didn't think her precious cargo would withstand the seemingly deadly water, but the voices behind her grew steadily closer. "Ok... you can do this... it's just a thirty-foot drop into a possibly deadly river..." the self pep-talk she gave was not helping her nerves. She felt as though whatever way she turned was an immediate death sentence. She suddenly made up her mind that she would rather die by her own hand than these psychopaths that were chasing her. With her mind made up, she took a few steps back for a running start. In her own internal panic, she couldn't hear exactly how close her pursuers were. She took two steps back only to be pulled back by her long hair. "Finally caught up to you brat," the tall man spoke, "now why don't you give me back what is mine and I might let you live." Amelia's heart was gripped with fear, but she stilled herself and lowered her head in defeat. " That-a girl," the creepy man drawled. But before he could grab the bag she once tightly clutched in her arms, Amelia's head shot up and she pushed the man back with all of her might. The force sent him closer to the forest but it sent her over the edge of the cliff careening into the cold swirling water below. When she finally hit the water everything went dark.