A Curse of a Blind Man

A run for your money.

Kian had been running all day, all week, the past two years.
He'd been running without taking a single break, cause he knew that if he were to stop he'd be dead. He made the mistake once, he can't.. he WONT do it again.
So he runs through the alleyways, takes every tricky turn, scales ever wall he can, only to get further away from the demon hunters following him.
But he's been running for 3 hours non-stop, his lungs are killing him and he wants out, he wants his friends, he wants his family, his lungs are burning up form every breath he takes.
"GET HIM." A distant scream behind him as an arrow whizzes past his ear, he stopped only for a second, he hesitated his destination for only a moment. He can never stop.

After an hour, the chase finally fades out into the background, Kian had successfully run away to a nearby village. Practically coughing up his lungs he would slowly make his way through the small streets and alleyways of the town before stopping, catching a breath.
Leaning against the wall of the building Kian would take a big gulp of air before doubling over into a coughing fit. His nails digging into the wooden outterior walls next to him for support he'd bend over and wretch out  inky black goop while trying to steady his wobbling legs.
After give or take 3 minutes of throwing up his bodies inky masterpiece, he'd attempt to move forward through the alleyway, his legs barely holding him up as his vision would blur.

Although suddenly he'd be hit with a smell oh so familiar, a smell of faint cinnamon. He'd narrow his eyes and hold a hand to his chest before seeing a long since repressed familiar skull..
Nix rounds the corner and makes eyecontact with Kian.
"Hey.... I think- I think I'm going to fall over-"
Kian would mutter while looking at his long lost friend before toppling over, a muffled scream of his name rining through his ears and a pair of strong arms wrapping around him before his vision would fade.
Kian can rest for now...
He's safe.