Aren't I Normal?

Chapter 58

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me with Claude sprinting close behind me.

'Faster!' He yelled trying to keep up.

The footsteps behind us loudened. There was more than person chasing us, maybe five.

'Faster!!' 

Almost suddenly, there was a loud booming noise. A gunshot.

The sounds continued. I tried with all my might to run faster; I didn't want to be shot.

My legs were nearly about to give up on me. I tried to double my speed.

BANG!

I looked back to see what it was. Claude had fallen onto the the ground. 'No!' I panted, turning back. I crouched down to where Claude lay.

'Keep...running...' Claude groaned.

Blood oozed from Claude's leg where they had shot him. 'It'll heal,' he reassured me 'You have to go now...'

'Not without you!' I yell putting his arm around my shoulder and hoisting him up. The noise behind us got closer. I tried to run but Claude's weight held me back.

The thick fog blinded me. This is it. This is where I'll die.

I kept running though. A part of me didn't want to give up just yet. The ground beneath me got bumpier and bumpier until I found myself tumbling down... A hill?!

The voices and footsteps behind us faded and so did the fog. But I still couldn't see where I had landed; it was too dark. A pain began to grow on my back. I'd landed on a sharp rock.

'Claude...' I whispered, feeling my way through the area. I heard a groan of response but I couldn't see where he was.

I clicked my fingers. Please work, please work! A few sparks flew from my fingers which finally burst into a small flickering flame. Yes!

I searched the ground around me until I finally found Claude laying there in agony. He had lost a lot of blood. I dropped down to him.

'Claude!' I block his wound with my free hand.

'Don't worry,' he groaned 'It will heal.'

'It won't!' I cry holding onto his leg.

'Yeah it will,' he answers trying to get up 'I'm a demon. Demons can heal faster than humans can.' He rolls up his trouser leg to his knee. There was a deep gash where he had been shot, the blood around it had hardened a little 'Maximum three days.'

He took of his backpack and retrieved a piece of cloth from it. He used it to dress his wound.

'Those bastards are better than I thought,' he said leaning onto a tree 'Are you alright?'

'I'm fine,' I lie, not telling him about the ache in my back.

'I'm glad you are,' he rested his forehead on mine.

Bonus: The adventures of Octavius the demon cat. (Author was bored)

Hello, it is I, Claude's ginger cat, Octavius. I will be sharing with you my most interesting tales.   >w