Captured

He rose from the ground blood gushing from the side of his head.  He'd been shot.  Not the first time either.  His long hair was sticky and wet now and clinging to his face.  He stumbled across the mossy forest floor grabbing onto trees for support.  He could hear the dogs barking behind him and the shouts of the men chasing him.  This was it.  He knew he was done for.  There was no escaping them this time.  If only he hadn't come to this place.  If only he had listened to the good doctor.  If only if only.  He fell to the ground again.  He crawled to a rock and slumped up against it.  He had to rest for a moment.  It didn't really matter any way, he was going to be captured one way or another and taken back to...the place.  He shuttered at the thought.  He closed his eyes.

Suddenly he awoke.  He was still in the forest, but he wasn't bleeding anymore.  His head was completely healed.  He looked up and saw her standing there, looking beautiful in a white dress.  She couldn't be real.  He had to be dreaming.  She was dead.  He knew that.  She walked towards him.  He went to speak but she put her finger up to his lips and then kissed him.  She stared into his eyes with joy in her own.  But then she looked behind him and her eyes widened in terror.  He looked behind him and saw the men and dogs coming.  He looked back and she was gone.  

He fell to his knees again, suddenly bleeding from the head again.  He stood up again and began running.

But a shot rang out.  For the third time in his life he had been shot.  But this one killed him.  

Captured, escaped, and killed.  

Better than being there, so many said.  

The men stood around his body and the dogs growled at his corpse.  One man whistled and motioned at the dogs and they pounced on the dead body and began to tear it apart.  

"No evidence."  said the man.