EnglandXWitch!Reader- The London Catch
Intro

~Hey! Now's the time to read the discription!~

I rounded the corner sharply, almost slipping and falling into a deep puddle inches away. Scrambling to keep balance, I dared a look over my shoulder to see if they were following me. Sure enough, a small band of red coats were hot on my tail. I gasped and continued to sprint. The sound of shoes hitting the cobblestone echoed throughout the sleeping streets, and the pouring rain helped no one. Attempting to hide my face from the few lighted windows, I pulled my cloak down below my eyes.
Suddenly, the sound of a blasted musket echoed across the street. The sound did not register in my mind until after I felt the pain in my calf. I screamed and stumbled to the ground, the hot bullet sizzling and melting through my skin.
No. I had to keep moving. I could heal up later if I just got away from them
With surprised strength, I managed to stagger to my feet and limp around a corner and into an alleyway. The fools after me went running past. I laughed weakly and slid down the wall I leaned upon until I felt my bum hit the cold ground. With a shaky sigh, I lifted the end of my (favorite dark color) dress and assessed the damage done to my leg. It was bleeding heavily and flowing crimson onto the ground from a hole in my leg about the size of an acorn. The bullet had missed my tibia by a mere centimeter and was still housed by my tissues. I trembled and bit my bottom lip, not allowing tears to flow.
The pain was spreading immobilization throughout my leg, and I knew that it would soon result to poisoning.  I reached into the pocket of my cloak and brought out a pouch. A (favorite flower) was embroidered on the burlap, and inside held the crushed petals of the flower. I sighed realizing my low supply and the rarity of the blossom. Nonetheless, I grabbed a small handful of the dust and pressed it gingerly into my wound. The spot began to glow a bright (flower's color) and so did the veins surrounding it. The blood shattered like glass and disintegrated and the pain stopped. My grimace evolved into a suppressed laugh as I heard the reassuring sound of the lodged bullet fall from my leg and onto the ground. My skin began to meld back together beneath my hand and take the crushed petals with it, infusing healing elements to it and a soothing numbness that ebbed the initial shock. The light faded and all was quiet.
I stood to my feet with ease now and tested the strength of my leg. Sure enough, it was just as healthy as before- maybe even more so. I smiled, happy that my magic never fails me. I cautiously looked around the corners from which I came before taking a tentative step out into the open street. Ever since that stupid law was passed, I've had to be on my toes. The punishment for people like me is to be burned. They call us witches. We call ourselves 'Advanced Healers'. The king doesn't seem to realize the difference since he created that ridiculous law. He says our dark ways contradict the church but he doesn't realize how helpful we can be. I scoffed and shoved my hands inside my cloak pockets, grasping the pouches of medicine within them.
"Poor fool. He'll realize his mistake some day," I whispered cunningly, imagining the shock on his face if one day a plague took ahold of his precious kingdom and we were the only ones with the remedy. That'll be the day.
"That's her, your Majesty!"
I turned sharply to see the same group of men who were after me accompanied by an extra. Through the haze of the rain and my fear I was unable to see his face. I sprinted away as I had done before, only to run into the arms of yet another squad of red-coated soldiers. They grabbed my arms roughly and turned me to attention. Their hands swiftly ran about me, taking my pouch of (flower) petals and the others I held, leaving me without options. I glared at them out of the corners of my eyes before I saw the other group coming steadily toward me.
"Another magic-shitting hag, eh?"
"Aw crap..." I hissed under my breath. It was the King.
"She put up a mighty chase, your Highness," One of the soldiers beside him said. I shot a glare at him. "We ran her all the way from The Square," The King nodded.
"What shall we do with it?" The man holding me growled dangerously close to my ear. The thought of ripping his face off with my teeth crossed my mind.
The King leaned into me and examined my face with his emerald eyes. I sneered and congregated a mass of saliva atop my tongue before projecting it right between his damned eyes. He feverishly batted at his face attempting to claw it off. "Bloody witch! Burn her! Send her armed and ready for Hell!" Once his face was clear, he narrowed his eyes at me. I returned the expression. "High noon tomorrow. At the stake. But tonight," He turned and began to walk away, trailing his luxurious cape in tow. "See if she will loosen her lips and hint us where her sisters are so we can rid London of these dark fiends,"
"Yes, King Arthur," The men restraining me hoisted me off the ground and began to follow the King.
"YOU BLOODY PIECE OF SLAG, I WON'T SAY A WORD!" I screamed at them all. The feeling of being ignored enraged me further. "YOU'RE MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE!" I jammed my elbow into the temple of my captor, giving me the second I needed to make my escape. I succeeded in a full three steps before a hand clamped around the back of my neck and a fist pounded my vision black.