Sorry this chapter is pretty short but the story is mostly based on Evelyn's point of view so I needed to get through this quickly. Hope you enjoy! :)

I'm perched in a tree only one hundred yards away the thing that I need to kill. Evelyn Rutherford, the girl who was chosen to rule the state. He gulped fresh air and started to move one tree to the next. 

Then there he was staring at the girl, who was packing. Packing? Why on earth would she be packing? I watch as she puts a water bottle and clothes into a backpack then as she takes a rope out of he closet made, from her new dresses, and opens the window.

I stop, I need to move now or I'll never get her. I swing on the branch into the master bedroom.

"Ah, what, who, how?!" The girl looks so horrified I almost feel bad. "Who are you? I demand you tell me right now," she says, but she paused before she demanded.

"You won't live long enough to know," I respond. I lung at her grabbing my knife. Her eyes widen and she turns. Then she's on the bed. Fast, I think, but not fast enough. I lunge, she jumps. I turn but don't see her.

The jingle is the only way I would have known I look up and see her dangling off of the chandelier. The whole thing crashes down on to he floor, glass shattering and the girl screaming. She lies on the floor covered in blood and glass. I approach her slowly pulling my gun out of it's holster.

I am looking down at her now and I see it. I see the fear in her eyes, the backpack she was packing, and the makeshift rope and I know. If I had never come she would have left.

I hear yelling from downstairs and I have to hurry, but not to kill her. To get her and I out of this mess. I reach down and gently brush the shards off of her, her eyes watch me the whole time with confusion swimming in them as well as tears. The foot steps are getting louder now, so I work faster, and the shards keep clinking on to the floor.

"Done," I breathe out the word in a sigh of relief. I gently slide my arms under her and lift her up. Her eyes close and I hold her tight as I climb out the window and into the trees.