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My breath catches in my throat and everything hurts, but I keep running. I have to. To mush is at stake. To many depend on me. Too many people I love. I skid and make the sharp turn. I hear laughter behind me. He's enjoying this.
I run faster and faster until I can't run any farther. My legs are about to give out. I look over my sweaty sholder and see that there is no one there. What is happening? Where did he go? Will he pop out and scare me like they always do in the movies? This is just like a movie. I never thought this could happen to me. Me, of all people. this got me thinking. Who am I, really?
How did i get into this? A little while ago, this would be only a crazy dream. I can taste blood in the back of my throat. Jeez, am i out of shape. What if my old friends could see me now. Shaking my head, i cursed myself. I had more important things to worry about.
My feet pound the ground and my heels throb, my breath coming in frantic little puffs. Damn it, how am I gonna make it outta this one?
…like escaping this facility. What did they do to me? I expectorate the wad of crimson spit and persist.
My feet slap down on hard pavement, my ankles screaming with outrage. My breath comes in frantic pants and my head swims. I'd been running for an eternity, I couldn't keep this up much longer. "I have to do something!" I whisper to myself, barely audible as I pant it under my breath.
My fingertips glow a subtle lavender blue and I am suddenly aware of my surroundings disintegrating, did… did I just do that?
It's them. They did it! They've ruined me. With all those tests! With all those drugs! They've ruined me! I'm a freak... But now is not the time to cast down this gift, for it may help me excape. right now, I can use it. Later, I can hate it.
and later i will hate it. that's how iot always goes. but now, in this moment, i must flee for my life. where should i go? who would ever want me now? no one wanted me before, that's why they sent me to that horrid place. Now i really am the freak everyone thought i was before.
A shadow lurches and his phantom frame jumps in front of my. My body stumbles back but my mind goes rushing forward and the fowl creature hits the ground writhing in pain, his grey eyes red and terrible voice screeching. I scramble to my feet and stand over him. A malicious smile crosses my face. I DID THAT.
i looked down at it. it was dead. and i was happy about that. then i realize what i had done. i was a monster. i was a killer. i was finally free and now i was going to prison for the rest of my life. i have to get out of here. but what do i do with the body?
I panicked. I couldn't think anymore and so...I ran again...I ran until my feet bled.
Then another shadowy figure ran in front of me, only this time, it was the same character! I was confused.
"But I thought.." I said gasping for air
"No. Still here. You give quite a show for a human...I see you've had a run-in with my people before!" he jeered
I nodded at him still half confused. He removed his hood.
when i was his ugly face, it was like i had seen him before, but where? then it all came back to me.
"Oh my God! Arson! What the He** happened to you and why the fu** are you doing this to me?!?!"
"Shut up! Your voice is exasperating! God! Even back then you didn't know how to keep quiet!"
"Arson! What is going on! why am I acting this way! Tell me now!"He wouldn't answer. He continued to forcibily yank me with a tremendous force down the labrynth of a hallway that I just ran to get away from him. With every step he treads, a trail of my blood lingers behind.
"could this really be Arson?" i thought as he dragged me along. "he had been my best friend for so long. how could he do this to me?" then almost as though he had read my mind be said, "you thought we were friends? well, you really are crazy, or just really stupid. the thing is, i would never be friends with a lowlife like you. the fact that you're human is hard enough to deal with. even if i was human i wouldn't stay friends with you for very long because of what you did to me." i racked my brain to remember what i had done to deserve this. then i remembered.
it was the forth of July. we were just kids then. being boys, we thought it would be a good idea to get some fireworks and set them off in the back yard. My parents had gone to see the fireworks in the next town over, bit i was too cool to be seen with my family. anyway, arson and i set off the fireworks one at a time and then we decided that we must have a grand finally. we took all of the fireworks we had left and put them in one pile to set them all off. i lit the final match that set them all off. i yelled, "stand back!" but it was too late. fireworks were flying in all directions. then the worst possible thing happened. one exploded just yards away from arson's face. i can't remeber what happened after that. i justremeber that his face was all busted up and it looked gross. we didn't talk to each other after that. this was the first time i had seen him in years. his face looked much better now. you wouldn't even be able to tell what happened. but i could tell he was still angry with me. very angry. what was he going to do to me?
I let him drag me along, my heart sinking farther and farther into my stomach as we went down the long hall.
Even after all this time, his face still haunts my dreams and I avoid looking at it. If I were stronger I would've fought him, or at leats tried, but my legs are about to give way. It's all I can do to stand on my own two feet. For the first time in a long time the guilt and the question come back to my mind. What have I done?
I've pretty much just comitted suicide. That's what I've done my cruel mind adds.
Hurting him was like hurting myself. Hurting him was like killing a part of me. Hurting him broke me and I was never the same again. When he disappeared, I became a ghost of a person filled with regret and paining guilt. I want to tell him. Apoligize again and again, but I keep silent.