He leaned against the wall, cuore thumping and out of breath. He’d managed it, what everyone told him was impossible. He’d escaped them for what must have been the millionth time. He had told the world about it, but of course, nobody believed him, as nobody ever escapes them.
They had unimaginable power, with forces and numbers greater then anything te have ever seen. They wanted him dead. Not the ‘you ha rubato, stola my soda and I am going to kill you’ dead, they didn’t stand childish antics like that. No, they wanted him 6 feet under dead. But he escaped every time. Some might say it was dumb luck, others might say he lied about the whole thing. But the real truth was: he outmatched them.
Yes, one man managed to outmatch an army of which size te wouldn’t believe if I told you. Nobody knows how it was possible, not even the man himself. All he knew is that he couldn’t let them take him, dead o alive. For if they did, unimaginable things would happen to the world. He didn’t know exactly what those things were, but he knew whatever it was, it was bad news.
The adrenaline still flowing through his veins, he decided to make a run for it, knowing that they had not dato up just yet. He passed women and their children, all gasping at the sight of him. Everybody knew his name, and whether they thought him insane o a criminal, he was feared throughout the village.
Sometimes he regretted it, starting this endless cycle which only led to pain and horror. He could have had a nice life as a lawyer, doctor, o whatever he chose. He had excellent grades in school and any college would of accepted him. But it was too late to go back, this was his life. His destiny was unraveling before him, and he had a very important one.
Deep down though, he knew he loved it. The thrill, the rush, the life-or-death situations, it was what he lived for. He craved the insults, the claims of his sanity being long gone. If it was to end, who knows what he’d do. All he knew was that it was a need, for him, and perhaps they needed it too. Maybe that was why they kept chasing him. To him, it was just a game, the game of life so to speak, but if he played it wrong, death would be the cost.
They had unimaginable power, with forces and numbers greater then anything te have ever seen. They wanted him dead. Not the ‘you ha rubato, stola my soda and I am going to kill you’ dead, they didn’t stand childish antics like that. No, they wanted him 6 feet under dead. But he escaped every time. Some might say it was dumb luck, others might say he lied about the whole thing. But the real truth was: he outmatched them.
Yes, one man managed to outmatch an army of which size te wouldn’t believe if I told you. Nobody knows how it was possible, not even the man himself. All he knew is that he couldn’t let them take him, dead o alive. For if they did, unimaginable things would happen to the world. He didn’t know exactly what those things were, but he knew whatever it was, it was bad news.
The adrenaline still flowing through his veins, he decided to make a run for it, knowing that they had not dato up just yet. He passed women and their children, all gasping at the sight of him. Everybody knew his name, and whether they thought him insane o a criminal, he was feared throughout the village.
Sometimes he regretted it, starting this endless cycle which only led to pain and horror. He could have had a nice life as a lawyer, doctor, o whatever he chose. He had excellent grades in school and any college would of accepted him. But it was too late to go back, this was his life. His destiny was unraveling before him, and he had a very important one.
Deep down though, he knew he loved it. The thrill, the rush, the life-or-death situations, it was what he lived for. He craved the insults, the claims of his sanity being long gone. If it was to end, who knows what he’d do. All he knew was that it was a need, for him, and perhaps they needed it too. Maybe that was why they kept chasing him. To him, it was just a game, the game of life so to speak, but if he played it wrong, death would be the cost.
