It was a matter of life and death. Looking out of the corner of her eyes she saw a flash. There was movement and the chance to get away had came and passed. She swept her head left and right trying to figure out what to do. I can't go down like this, but I know I want to die, she thought to herself, knowing with all her heart it was true. She made that decision after the first hunt, but she wanted to be killed by the best. The hunter who was closing in on her was too naive, too young to be given the satisfaction of killing the ultimate prize.

She turned quickly scanning and then she spotted it. She jogged the short distance that separated her from sanctuary. Her sizzling body was glossy with gold paint that reflected the sun too well to let it go uncovered. Her leaf-flower skirt irritated her brown legs as they swished around her skinny waist. It made too much noise as she lifted her leg on the first branch of the tree that would save her from the terrible hunter. All of a sudden she felt a sharp pain near her collarbone. She knew it wasn't possible for the hunter to get her on her neck; he wasn't skilled enough to sneak up on her and make sure a deadly shot without her noticing at all.

She cringed as she realized what was happening, he was watching. Well, why wouldn't he be, she was in a no-zone. She was cheating and he didn't like it when she cheated. His hunters had to play by the rules so the same rules applied to the prey. But she was stronger then he thought. She knew he didn't want her to be killed; she was the top prize; why he got half of his customers because of her. But he had to try to make the game fair. She didn't blame him for hurting her in this way, for signing her up to this terrible fate. But she sometimes wished she could just go out into the clearing and let herself be shot. It would be a gory end to her gore filled life.

She continued up the tree like the animal she was said to be. The hunter who had been pursuing her leaped into the grounds that were off-limits. He didn't seem to notice that his firearms died of power and if he tried to shoot her she would be able to escape. But she liked the tree, the pain in her collarbone was as dull as always and she felt for once a little relaxed. She didn't totally let herself go, she had to remain on edge as always or they would get her. She had to stay focus because at anytime he would decide that he had enough with her lollygagging and set the pain to unbearable. She had to make sure she could make a dash for the fire zone without anyone noticing, especially the young hunter.

So she laid there in the top branches of the tree waiting until her neck couldn't take the pain anymore. The area that she and the hunter now possessed was clearly marked off with red tape. He had been told the rules before he came here, heck everybody knew the rules, but he held his gun as though it could still protect him and shoot her.

She smiled-a weird messed up frown, the youthful hunter didn't know what he was doing and he was an idiot for leaving the opening and entering the no-zone. She was the deadliest thing in that area now and all she had to do was decide.

But she knew she won't do anything. She had been taught that taking his life, though he was trying to take hers, wouldn't get her any other than fear and more hunters and a bigger prize for her head. She didn't want to confront the hunter either and the pain in her neck was so bad she was starting to feel dizzy and see black spots in her vision. She had to leave, she had to get out of the no-zone and back in the fire zone.

She hugged her tree good-bye and gave it a gentle kiss. She didn't use to think much of nature, but now nature was her only ally.

She stood up balancing herself with animal grace and proceeded to walk along the branch.

The pain in her neck increased and she couldn't stop herself from slipping from her place on the branch. He must have noticed her trying to take the easier way out. She would have an advantage because she could lose the hunter easily above the trees, he wanted her on the ground. The trees were off-limits.

She would have hung on for dear life nevertheless, but she couldn't grab hold of the branch that only seconds ago had been under her feet. She spun away from the tree into open air, her fingers grabbed at anything that would catch them, but nothing was strong enough to support her weight. The rushing fall down through the trees was one full of pain and fear.

BAM!

She was on the ground and rested in a bush that neither concealed nor made her landing any softer. The young hunter moved to where she was and raised his gun pointing it directly in her face. Did this man no know that his gun didn't work in this area, she thought to herself.

She didn't move, she just watched the man come closer and closer with wide, animal eyes.

The youthful hunter was a sturdy man, he had big shoulders and large hands, he was wearing the required uniform for the hunters to wear and he was smirking like a maniac.

She had seen this expression before, but she didn't understand what it meant; now she understood. It meant victory, finally claiming something that was believed to be theirs. But she knew better, she knew he couldn't hurt her here and though she could feel him she had decided.

She stood up with speed and agility, she growled like the animal she was and hunched her back getting ready to pounce.

The man had been in a daze since he had seen the Golden Girl crash to Earth, she was a beautiful creature and her body had been toned and scratched by the hands of nature. She was the ultimate prize and he wanted her.

But he didn't think the rumors were truth, that she was the fastest, the hardest, the stealthiest, and the most feared. He didn't think she could be all those things and also be beautiful. It wasn't fair.

But there she was with her wild auburn eyes and her untamed black hair, staring at him with what he thought looked like interest. She had never been this close to a man before, he knew because no one before him had ever been this close to her and he was honored.

But then he was whacked out of his daze of her enchanting beauty and brought back to reality with her advance through him. She had stood up in one fluid motion making her seem more like a dream than a beast. She crouched low allowing her hips to swing right and left like an animal and growled at him for trying to threaten her.

The rumors were true she was fearless. Did she not understand that he had the upper hand? He held the gun; he was the hunter, not the hunted! Well, then he would have to teach her a lesson.

The hunter had been hoping to keep her alive, if the prey was returned alive then the price was even bigger than dead. But if he killed her that he would forever be known as the man who killed the omnificent Golden Girl.

He raised his gun to her face and she gave him a sort of upside down smile, like she knew something he didn't. He didn't care he was the one that was going to win and she was going to die. She should have ran when she had the chance.

He pulled the trigger and click…

What? The man thought as he turned to his gun in confusion. The Golden Girl advanced a step, but he just held his gun up again-click….

Why is this happening, questioned the man as he searched for the reason his bullets hadn't pierce her chest. Then he saw it, a bright red line that sectioned off the area that he was in. He remembered the man's words, 'And whatever you do, don't go into the red taped off areas, they're no-zones; your guns would work there.'

The young hunter looked down at his gun, his only means of protect and advantage over this beast before him and then glanced up into the eyes of a monster.

He tried to run, but it was already too late.