*GUNSHOTS*
I tucked, I rolled, I ran as the bullets mangled the wall behind me. The reek of curare diluted the air. It no longer was breathable, I wasn't too upset about it, the air reeked of piss anyway. I never liked the smell of armpit as much as I did at this moment, I reckon I'm not gonna like it afterwards either. But the way things are going, I'm not sure I'm gonna have a chance after this. But I kept running, 'til I saw the break of day. But it didn't cease, the fire kept at me. It was almost like they never chanced the clip. I thought I was quick, clean and easy, I thought I maneuvered through the alley crap well, apparently not. The dirty sucker shot me directly in my bloody ear, but I didn't have time to care or cry, I kept running, just screaming my guts out a bit.
I grew tired of this the night before, but I couldn't stop unless I wanted a whole round in my head. Or so it seemed..
It' had been about 4 hours after midnight and still I ran. It was when I tripped over a barrel lid and started to pray to whomever, when I realized... The fire had stopped... hours ago. I guess it was just flat fear that kept me running, kept me on my toes.. Or feet, whatever remains of them, I wouldn't know, I haven't looked down there in hours.
I jumped up and ran a bit more, I was energized now, but I was running to seek REAL shelter, before the gunman caught up with me again. I don't know what it was, but something told me not to look at the person shooting for me. So all the while, I ran without even looking back. Irony.
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Hollow Wings
Mystery / ThrillerWhen you find yourself wandering onto pathways of unpleasant strain, where the agony is unbelievable and too hard to even bare, remember your serenity... Serenity is your peace, your quiet. Serenity is your escape. You can just move along slowly in...
