A New Life

By Amber

I glared at the man that had just hijacked my truck. My brand new, black, Dodge Ram, extended cab, 4 by 4.which was also pulling a horse trailer containing my horse, a black warmblood/thoroughbred I called Assassin. Well, his registered name was Black Orchid's (the name of the stable I bought him from) Phantom Assassin.

The man had curly dark hair. He reminded me of a Spanish person. He glanced at me.

"Drive. Now."

I looked at him, "Well, okay," I glared, "and if I don't?"

He held up his weapon. A very nice, matte black gun with a silencer,

"Does this answer your question?"

I put the truck in Drive. "Where do you want me to go?"

"The airport," he replied. "Now, enough chit-chat."

I glared at him again, and I realized that he was gritting his teeth.

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

I looked him over. I noticed that there was something that was dark, red, and shiny on his chest...abdomen...well, he was bleeding badly.

"Yes you are," I said. "What happened?"

Just as he was about to answer we came upon the airport.

"What were you here for?" he asked me.

"A horse show. Actually, a three-day event. I won," I told him.

He glared at me in disgust. "A horse show?"

"Yeeeeeeeees, hence the horse trailer containing the horse," I said very patronizingly.

"Shut up, we're going on a plane ride," he told me.

He got out of the truck. He grimaced and held his side, I realized that he was hurt more than he cared to admit. Not that he admitted anything so far.

"Stay here," he pointed the gun at me.

I glanced at him, "relax. I'm just going to get a first aid kit. You need help."

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do. Take your shirt off."

Glaring at me, he did as I asked (well, actually told him). He gasped as I gently washed out his wound with some antibiotic salve. It was made for animals (horses, actually), but I figured that he was animal enough. I then bandaged his whole side. I counted six bullet holes in his side, along with scratches and I thought that he might have had some bruised/cracked/broken ribs.

We climbed onto the plane (yes, my horse was on the plane) and that started the saga of my life. The saga that included the notorious assassin Miguel Bain.