A Jaguar's mate (part two)

He swore, savage and succinct. The arm across her chest tightened her world spun and she lay in his arms her legs dangling ineffectively.
"Police freeze!" an authoritative voice ordered.
He turned slightly to look over his shoulder affording her one too.
Two burly officers stood behind them, their police issue 30 callibre pistols drawn, their demeanor uncompromising. As brawny as they were though, they could not compared to the man who had her. Still they were armed. Heart soaring she resumed her struggles, straining to speak against his hand.
"Put her down!" the same cop ordered.
They had guns, he had nothing, she was saved! Never again would she cut through the park, not even during the day and a car, she would deposit one first thing tomorrow regardless of the cost. No more stupid mistakes, life was too precious.
And her hope premature, instead of putting her down he ran. Bullets sounded behind them, she screamed in her throat then sheltered against him. His body jerked as one of them found its mark and the tears she had been holding in flowed.
How could they shoot at a hostage?
What if his body had not been big enough to shield her?
Shaking uncontrollably, tears raining down her cheeks she curled into him. Why was this happening to her? She was nothing special, if you discounted the fact that she aged quite well. At fourty-eight she looked like a twenty year old and had no explanation for it. Could that be the reason why he had kidnapped her? Was he going to kill her?
She did not want to die, she had yet to live!
"Everything will be fine Aage, I will not hurt you." he said as he met her eyes with eyes the gentlest aquamarine. He removed his hand from her mouth.
"Please," she sobbed, "let me g-g-go."
"I am sorry I cannot." he sounded sincere.
She cried in earnest, fearful gasps of anguish raking her body.
With extreme tenderness he lifted her to lie on his shoulder, his hand craddling her head as if to keep her safe, ironic when he was the one who threatened her.
Large, absolute trees sorrounded them, monstrocities that had endured man for centuries. If she was to die it was only fitting that it would be in a forest, the one place that held horror for her.
They were already far enough not to hear the sounds of people coming from work, the blaring music and occassional verbal fight. Sirens wailed though, likely searching for her and her kidnapper. The two policemen had seen them enter the forest, given chase but no way could they match the wild man's speed. He was moving too fast to be human and not breaking a sweat, her weight not hindering him in any way.