Different Bounds

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Rain was heavy, falling like cats and dogs.
It couldn't drown out the noises of traffic, the honking and the hateful yelling from almost every driver on the road. All that wasn't a concern though, my feet burned from the running but I didn't have the luxury to stop. That was of course if I wanted to live.

I took this job for the boss because the pay seemed good and my son's birthday was coming up. I wanted to make his 3rd birthday special, something he would be all giggles and smiles about. I shouldn't have though.. the memories burned into my eyes, into my mind. My brethren bloody and piles of flesh, each parts of them soaked into the ground but scattered around. I was frozen, I only left for a minute to grab some ibuprofen. The only thing that came next was what lead to me running for almost an hour straight.

Again, no normal human would have been able to run this long at a constant speed, but who's to say I was normal?

In my blood is that of a cheetah, a special ability I was born with. I was fortunate in this moment, or so I thought- because every time I look back to see if I shook off the creature I just instantly connect eyes with its beaming blue ones. My feet were already bloody and bruised from the intense cardio but you don't really care about that when you got a lot to live for and something trying to change that. I could barely breathe and my vision was vague from the rain and wind. Even with my sight I couldn't tell what I was stepping on and the branches in front of me scratched my face so much I could taste copper from the corner of my mouth.

*don't give up*!

I couldn't, I finally got the life I wanted. One where I wasn't discriminated and one where I had a family I could go home to. I had things to wake up for, I made plans to have fun and not to get high. I switched it all around finally..

CRACK

Before I could stop I had stepped on a branch that had made me lose balance, sending me down a small ditch. The pain from hitting my head made my body still, I was sure to have a concussion. "Fuckkk" I said, elongating the word with a hiss. My hand instinctively went to feel the back of my head, a warm tingling sensation cupped it.

Blood

The rock behind my hand was the culprit, and thanks to this I definitely had a harder time looking around, the pain shooting to behind my eyes more than anywhere else. I look around desperately, anything to keep me safe... wait- the case!?

The case i was carrying the entire time was what made the creature chase me. It was the whole mission!

The case was full of important documents, ones that the head master and boss wanted to be turned over the blues jurisdiction. That meant it was serious, and so our job was to soundly hand it over and to come back home.

I looked around frantically for it, I had one job and despite it being what's going to get me killed, It was my job. I planned to see it through to the end. My eyes finally landed on the case covered in navy blue leather, it was about 10 feet away. Lo and behold, it was also next to a streetlight, I heaved a sigh of relief, my body moving to a crawling position. I had went through so much within the last hour and a half, but it still felt like I was being thrown around every time my body moved even an inch. The closer I shuffled to the light, to the case, the more I felt the fear sink in further. The sounds of footsteps coming further were echoing on the empty road, my bones cracking and twisting my body over to the case.

There was one things monsters can't handle, and that was light. Their natural enemy, and our only source of protection.

I felt the rays of the lamp post hit my face and couldn't help but sigh from relief. My torso completely under the light, I hurried to grab the case. Securing it under my arms, the only I could do was wait until morning. Maybe I would make it out alive, maybe I would see my son and make it to his third birthday. The relief made me realize how badly my body was torn up, the cuts from the fight, and the bruises from falling continuously. It would take a long time for these fuckers to heal, but I'm not ungrateful. Living was better than dying, and I think this whole situation would make a good story and promotion.