Ruby Red Eyes
It was a dark moonless night, a shadowy figure moved through the forest at top speeds. He had sweat trickling down his forehead, blood seeping from a gash across his abdomen but he persisted on.
"He's getting away!" a voice rang out from behind him.
He gritted his teeth, continuing forward without looking back. He could never return, not like this. He hides behind tall trees, catching his breath. Looking down at the wound across his abdomen, he gritted his teeth.
His hand was covered in blood and his wound was taking longer than expected to heal.
"Damn it," he cursed beneath his breath.
His pursuers were closing in on him.
"I don't want to die here. Not here," he winced, "Not now."
No one was coming to save him, he only had himself to look out for. An idea popped up in his mind. It was his only way out of this situation. He rummaged through his pocket, revealing a small marble-like object.