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Water splashed up at my feet, soaking my trousers until the knee. I felt the cold October downpour drench me, all thoughts of pneumonia evading me.
I had to run. I had to run, fast.
The sound of blaring sirens welcomed me, their noise drowning out the thoughts rattling around in my head. I ran towards the sirens, honks and horns blaring at me as I stumbled through nightly traffic.
The moon bore witness to this all, her pale faced beauty observing every detail of the scene.
The serene beauty, higher than all earthy problems, observed my fluttering trenchcoat as I zapped through alleyways and down backstreets. She watched, with wonder, amusement, and enthrallment, as I richochetted like a bullet against metal.
I didn't pay her attentions mind as I ran.
My lungs burned with acrid acid, and my legs ached. I couldn't stop. I had to keep moving, moving towards the sirens.
Darting down Sixth and Northumberland, I felt my coat snag on something. I was going to throw it off and keep pelting down the slick roads, but I couldn't. I couldn't because whatever snagged me, reeled me in too. Like a fish on a hook, I felt my body being dragged back, gasping for air like I was being pulled out of water.
"Where do you think you're going boy?"
I never knew what fish felt like on all those hunting trips with my dad, but now I could imagine a pretty crystal idea of what they might have felt.
Turning me around, with a large paw digging into my shoulder, I was wholly convinced that fear ran through my veins instead of blood.
A single gold tooth gleamed at me, the rest of the figure encloaked in the dark provided by the towering buildings.
I swallowed down my courage, hoping it could burn a pit in my stomach and spread like wildfire. Wasn't whiskey twenty second courage? Couldn't my salive be the same right about now?
A sharp stinging slap forced me back into my body. Any chance of astral projection evaporating.
"I'm speaking to you boy."
I heard the sirens in the distance, going the wrong way. I felt the cold water splash down on me from heaven, crying for my demise. I felt my lungs rattle around my ribcage, shrunken raisins.
"I don't know anything. I swear! I never saw -"
Another slap. Another lie.
"You have such a filthy mouth boy, maybe I should clean it out with bleach ay?"
"N-no, please. I don't know anything, sir, just -"
A strangled chortle came from the man. His body rumbling with fat and fatigue.
"Shut the fuck up boy. You're so pathetic. Boss will make quick work of you."
