He panted as he ran threw the woods. All he could hear was the sound of his feet pounding on the ground and the constant throbbing of his heart. He had been running for two hours. The taste of copper filled his mouth. Every second they were getting closer and closer. They wanted his power. Even if it ment killing him, even if it ment insanity. The branches scratched his bare arms, leaving cuts and bruises. The sudden sound of a gun ringed through his ears making him wince at the loud noise. He knew his end was near. Yet he refused to accept it, refused to accept that he was not able to live out a full life. He was not able to settle down with a woman and have kids. As he reached the top of the tall hill his eyes filled with tears. It was a cliff, a dead end he had nowhere else to run. He still had a choice though. Let them take his power or jump. He heard the roaring sound of the men's footsteps. He looked down to the bottom of the cliff. There lied a small cobblestone path that lead to a huge field of beautiful flowers. As the men reached the top he turned around and looked down. He saw his converse and black skinny jeans. He looked back up and the men were there. Their guns were aimed ready to fire. He held his arms out as he felt his foot touch the edge and took another step back. He jumped. He felt the cold wind hit his back as he fell. He thought about everything he had done with his life. From mastering guitar to making good life long friends. He was content with his life and felt proud of what he achieved. He felt the ground growing closer. He closed his eyes and said "I except.". As he took his last breath he smiled and finally hit the ground. A pool of crimson red flowed around him as tears rolled down his face.
He was finally free.
