Heath's POV

Heath sat leaning against the barn wall, glaring at the stable door that kept him locked in the small stale. He was being treated like a animal, food and water was brought to him twice a day but that was all, they didn't unlock the door and let him out, nothing. They kept him locked in the horse stale like the others. He ran his hands through his hair, he was going to plan his escape and Atticus had spent the last hour warning him on what they would do to him if they got him, again.

"Heath, they're not going to take it easy on you." Atticus had said for the thousand time from the stale next to Heath. Heath growled and kicked at the wall, getting a chuckle from Atticus.

"I know that!" He yelled.

Atticus went back to being serious. "Listen Heath, I know who and who wouldn't have a gun on them when they case you, I'm telling you, I can't even tell you if they well finish you." Heath just listened until someone spoke up.

"Can you both please be quiet........" The voice said tiredly and Heath narrowed his eyes.

"Door boy?" He said standing up and walking over the stale door, pressing his face against the chicken wire.

"It's Colton, and yes." The boy said and Heath couldn't put his finger on where he was at.

Before Heath could say anything back, he heard a door being opened and he smiled.

It was time.

Heath took a step back and crouched just under the door so Tobias, the one who normally checked on them and gave them food, wouldn't be able to see him. He could hear the sound of shoes walking on the cement getting louder. He was getting close. That was when he looked at the door move back and forth a little meaning Tobias was unlocking it, getting ready to stand up, he watched as the door slowly started to open, and with that, Heath got up, and with one kick, the door went flying against Tobias and Heath watched as his body hit the ground, hard. Heath placed his palms on the door and pushed it slight, it opened.

It had worked.

Heath pushed the door open all the way and stepped out, looking down at Tobias's unconscious body on the ground. A small cut on his forehead, the food he was going to give to Heath now all over the floor.

"Sorry about that mate, nothing personal." Heath said stepping over his body, looking to see Joseph stepping up to the door to his stale, looking to see Tobias out.

"Nice." He said, smiling.

Atticus then spoke up, making Heath spine around. "Got now Heath, try to get far before they find out you're gone, and get help." Atticus said and he slowly nodded.

Heath went rushing towards the open doors but stopped just before he stepped out, turning around. "I promise I'll get help." He said and with that, he was running out into the maze of woods, not daring to look back.

Heath had been running for a good time now, and when he thought the masters still hadn't found out about his escape, Heath's ears were hit with a loud bang and before he know it, something went ripping through his shoulder, making him cry out. He placed his hand on his shoulder as he stumbled forward. His ears were still ringing and when he pulled his hand back to see what was on it, he saw red. His heart started pick up speed. That was when more gun shots went off, the bullets hitting the ground next to his feet making him jump out of the way.

Who the heck was shooting at him?

Not wanting to look back to see who was shooting, he took off running, keeping his hand pressed against his shoulder as branches scraped his body. His eyes being blinded in pain. He stumbled over a rock, making him land on the dirt below him. A curse escaped his mouth as he bit his tongue in pain, his hurt shoulder stinging in pain. Slowly getting up to his feet, he started to walk faster, trying to keep his eyes from closing. That was when he stopped, noticing a shadow up head moving along the trees and he quickly saw who it was. Slowly sliding down the hill, he followed behind the figure until he watch him place a sliver object to his side.

A gun.

~Chip's POV~

Chip ducked under a tree branch, scanning everything in front of him. He didn't think he would have to go out for a chase this morning but when Sean had came rushing in, yelling that Tobias was unconscious on the ground, they soon saw that one of the boy slaves had gotten free. Chip didn't want to go on the hunt but he know that they couldn't let the slave get help, stopping in his tracks, Chip slowly lifted the gun into the air, and with one pull, a loud bang filled the woods, sending the birds to take off. He looked around, hopping that would make the servant run, but there was no movement. He let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes. He was tried, not in the mood and really stressed so he just slowly made his way through the forest, branches breaking under his boots. He slide the gun back by his shirt, and he just kept on walking, scanning the ground for any foot prints that might look fresh. He hadn't noticed that someone was trailing behind him until he went to reach for his gun, swiping at the air. He looked down at where his gun was suppose to be, but there was nothing. His eye went large when he heard a fate click and he slowly turned his head to meet eyes with the barrel of the gun.

"Oh." He mumbled, moving his eyes up to see the boy slaves, panting and sweating as he held the gun pointed to Chip's chest area.

The boy looked paler then Chip had last seen him and Chip soon saw why, around the boy's left shoulder, the fabric was wet with fresh blood. A hole dead in the center. He had been shot. Chip darted his eyes back up to the boy, he needed to be looked at soon before he would die of blood lose. Chip slowly raised his hands in a surrendering motion, keeping his eyes locked on the boy's finger that was ready to pull the trigger.

"Not...one...step..." The boy said struggling for breath.

"Heath is it?" Chip said softly, not moving. He had no idea if the boy would pull it or not.

"Shut up!" He yelled weakly.

"Okay okay." Chip said looking back to the wound. Judging by how the size of it was, the bullet must of came from Forest. It looked like he was aiming to kill but missed.

"Where is the nearest t-town?" The boy said, his chest starting to raise faster.

"Not for another 10 miles." He didn't lie, it was the truth. They were in nothing but woods for 10 miles.

The boy swallowed, looking at his shoulder, moving it only a inch before he winced, grinding his teeth. Chip wanted to get the gun from his hand, but he didn't want to hurt him at the same time, he was already in pain and he know he didn't need to add onto it.

"Look, you need he-" Chip shut his mouth when he heard the gun get loaded.

"I-I said sh-ut up!" He yelled louder.

Crap.

Chip just licked his lips, looking down at his feet. The boy let out a little moan making Chip look back up. The boy was letting off a lot of sweat, his clothes now wet. His body was fighting against the wound to hard. Chip looked back at gun to see it was shaking back and further. Looking at the boy, he took his chance and knocked the gun upward, a loud bang filling the air making Chip quickly rip the gun from his grip, throwing it to the ground. He then twisted the boy's good arm behind his back, the boy let out a cry of pain.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you any more then you are." Chip said keeping the boy's arm locked behind his back. The boy was crying in pain.

"P-please." he begged in pain.

Chip went to reach for his walkie-talkie to call off the search but the slave had another idea and with one kick, Chip was on the ground, gasping for breath, cursing as he looked from tear filled eyes to see the slave running.

"Stupid-little-" Chip growled as he slowly stood up, dirt covered his shirt. He thought the boy was going to listen, but instead, he wanted to play. Getting the walkie-talkie in hand, he started following the boy's trail, pressing a button.

"I'm on his trail, and anyone mind telling me how he got shot?" He said letting go of the button as he started to pick up speed. Someone's voice cracking through.

"I'm on my way, and I didn't fire my gun so wasn't me." Mason's voice came through as heavy breathing.

Forest.

Chip just shook his head and started to go into a jog. The sun being blocked by the tail trees. He came to a quick stop and looked at a tree that he had just pasted. A bloody hand print on it. He was getting closer. He continued his walking, passing more bloody hand prints that were getting more fresh every minute.

A hour had pasted and Chip was beginning to feel the pain in his legs, but also, the sound of cars getting closer. That was when he stopped, seeing the boy slowly making his way towards the street, his blood covered hand using the trees as support. His head was lowered and Chip know that right away, he wasn't going to make it if someone didn't help him. Plus, he couldn't let the boy get someone for help so he quickly made his move. Running, he stayed in the shadows as the boy got towards the road, closer and closer. When he finally stopped and used the tree to lean against, Chip dived in and with one move, his hand wrapped around the boy's mouth, blocking the boy's cry for help as Chip dragged him back into the darkness of the woods.