drift

prologue

Fear.

Exhaustion.

Sweat dripping from his head like raindrops. Tears springing out his eyes as his vision starts to blur. Making it harder for him to see his way while sprinting the fastest he could to escape the group of men chasing him from a distance.

Running. He kept running for his life. He knew he would be doomed once he gets caught.

His feet almost felt numb and his lungs were about to explode.

Run. Run. One word that has been circling his mind since he began to do so.

Darkened highways with nobody around. Lampposts that are lighting up his way outwards the town. And after for an hour or two, he has reached the outskirts. An average sized forest with a cliff on the other side that extends down to a deep freshwaters lake.

There was nowhere for him to run to. The best he could do... Was hide.

The highways were definitely dark, but atleast he had those lights to serve as his guide. And the woods... It was pure darkness.

Bryen shivered in fear.

Thoughts came blasting through his already troubled mind.

It's a dead end, he thought.

He could hide and give himself sometime to rest and to find his way completely out of the men's track.

But he also thought, what if he fails and end up dying instead?

He was stunned on the spot still quivering from the mixture of pain and fear tormenting him. He didn't know what to do next. Tears were flowing down his wounded cheeks and his whole body felt tired. He was breathing heavily, his hands atop his thighs. His face was all sweaty causing his brunette hair to stick on his forehead.

"Chill the fuck out, Bryen. Chill the— chill the fuck out." He uttered to himself while trying to chase his breath.

He gazed at the first row of trees infront of him. The profound darkness and silence was killing him. The sound of the leaves being brushed by the wind mixed with his loud gasps for air are the only thing he could hear. He dusted off the black hoodie he was wearing, although it didn't make it look less dirty, and rushed his way towards the woods.

All those preparations just for him to stumble on a medium sized log and fall on the slightly muddy ground.

"Ah, fuck!" He shouted in annoyance while weakly lifting his body off the surface. He then sat there for seconds, trying to endure the pain on his right leg. He thought it was bleeding. With his left hand he searched for the possible wound on his leg and a stinging pain shook his lower body once he touched his knee. It was a very sudden pain which lined up across his leg. And was it bleeding? Severely.

It's the worst time to get injured, oh, for fuck's sake. I'm dead.

His attention were once again averted to the bunch of men chasing him. They are coming.

And just when he thought so, several beams of light came flashing across the woods. It was them.

Hurriedly, he stood up and silently walked his way through the woods, limping. Hiding behind each one of the big tree trunks he passes by.

"Stop hiding, boy. Reveal yourself!" One from the men shouted. His voice was comparable to the sound of thick papers getting crumpled. It was then followed by a maniacal laugh from him and the other men. There were four of them.

Meanwhile, Bryen was then again stunned out of fear. He was trying the best he could not to make any sound. He thought even the slightest of noise from him would alarm these guys and he would not let that happen.