2nd paragrph of my short story

Just kill me quickly, I thought as I turned, with some effort, to see him slowly getting closer with a smug, triumphant smile on his face as if he could read my thoughts. "Now I have you, quite fast you are," he said, "So how should we go about this, hm?" he continued in a casual tone as if he were commenting on my clothing. "Please" I whispered, my voice cracking, "Not a chance" he chuckled as he pulled out a sharp knife with a long, thin blade. "where should we start?" he asked again,"oh, I know." and with a sly smile he started to slowly, carefully trace the outline of my lips with his knife, I could not yet feel the pain but I knew if I spoke a word, any small movement of my lips, he would intentionally "slip" and the blood would start to flow. Then it hit me! A plan. For it to work I would have to wait until he had finished with my lips,it will no doubt take all my effort not to cry out in pain but it was the only chance i had, the only way to preserve my life, and it was a chance I was willing to take.

1st paragraph of my short story

The wind whistled in my ear, past my face, the cold stung my fingers and sent a shiver up my spine, but I had to keep running. Blood was pouring from the pink, puckered scar on my forehead, my legs started shaking as even my hours of training couldn't prepare me for this long, hard run, forced to sprint away from my pursuer. I knew i couldn't go much longer, and just as the thought crossed my mind my knees buckled and i tumbled to the cold, hard ground. Oh no, I thought, He's got me, it's all over, my hours of running for nothing, I could hear his harsh breaths in the silent, frosty twilight, and his loud, steady footsteps, when my mind registered every step brought me closer to my death...