20 March 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
"They're gaining!" the young girl shouted, as a blast of desert wind advanced them through the canyon path.
The professor pulled at the drawstring to fire them a few feet higher, in an effort to lift them into the north-western breeze, to distance themselves from the pack.
She sounded excited, rather than terrified, by the prospect of crazed approaching convicts, all racing to win that final prize - their freedom.
He turned, sweating, rather more concerned than the girl he had been partnered with and saw the tattooed head of the Assassin, gleaming with a grim smile, a crossbow aimed directly towards them.