You're My Chase

Chapter One

Tommy 3rd person POV:

It was dark and quiet, just like all the other times. His eyes glowed from the dim lighting spilling from the ceiling, illuminating more than the brush of light ever could, and his hand reached out and touched a metal wall, gently swaying up and down as claw marks danced behind it. A faint screeching sound filled the tunnel.

Tommy grinned at the noise. He was letting the others around him know that he was coming, and they better watch out. It was fun, being a Hunter. People generally left them alone because of their strength and intelligence. Although, unlike his thick-shouldered brothers, he looked like a relatively normal, scrawny boy that would have been caught years ago as a Runner. So it was amusing to pick up the accusers and literally throw them across the room whenever they snapped at him.

Somebody shuffled near him and Tommy removed his hand from the wall. He'd heard rumors of a special boy here. One who hadn't been caught in fourteen of his runs so far. One who was on his fifteenth run right now. One with purple eyes and a name.

He smiled to himself and pressed on.

Names were hard to get. They signaled that the Runner or Hunter was special in a way, different or better than everybody else. Tommy got his name relatively quickly: Theseus, which more or less meant a society or organization. But it was given to him because he could befriend a lot of people quickly and easily, and then also control them to do what he wanted them to.

He hesitated for a second. Some people had argued that Tommy didn't deserve his name. He hadn't caught anybody yet, so how could he be a good Hunter?

Shaking his head, he moved on.

The other kid had also gotten his name soon as well, rumor had it. Purpled. Tommy didn't know what type of name Purpled was, but he figured he would find out soon enough. As he walked, listening to the area around him for another sense of movement, he tried to puzzle it out.

Was purple the kid's favorite color that he always wore? Or had he once spilled purple paint over himself accidentally? But that wouldn't really make sense for a Runner . . .

Somebody shifted again, and before Tommy had a chance to whirl and lunge at them, something hard hit the back of his neck, sending him to his knees with a growl. The patter of feet sped off, and Tommy forced himself to stand up and race after them. Nobody was dumb enough to hit a Hunter. Unless they had a name.

With his glowing blue eyes, he spotted the figure running around a corner and he followed, positioning his stance so that he was basically silent as he ran after them. As his brain worked out ways to overcome the Runner, he secretly hoped he was chasing Purpled. Even if hitting a Hunter, especially Tommy, was an extremely dumb move, he could avenge himself for his throbbing head after he caught the kid.

When the figure turned around another corner and disappeared into one of three tunnels, Tommy decided that he had chased the person for long enough. With this certain stadium, Runners could easily disappear after being chased by Hunters, so it was a pretty popular place for Runners to go. And an annoyance for the chasers.

But, Tommy didn't get his name for nothing.

Picking up something from his jeans pocket, he clicked a button on it. "Yo, Ranboo?"

He heard the person sigh deeply on the other side, slightly jerky from the small bits of static. "Hold on, I'm on it."

Tommy grinned. Ranboo, one of his friends, had an unusual name. He couldn't  figure out why the government dropped this random name on him, but Ranboo was an odd person, so he just shrugged it off and didn't really think anything more about it.