you were small, skinny and fragile, running through the woods not knowing where you were. Only running, in hopes of escaping those who had had had you Locked in a room for god knows home long, using you as a play around, beating you, doing as they please. You continued running, then bumped into someone, nearly falling but keeping balance. A guy, muscular, about 17. It was Rafe he had been sneaking out tonight, using a shortcut to get to wherever he was going, probably to an illegal race