Infected [DROPPED]

Chapter 1: Hunted

            He ran, pumping his legs faster…faster…faster. He had to get away; he couldn’t let them catch him. Trees flew by in a blur. He nearly collided with a pig, almost ran into a skeleton, and nearly plummeted to his death in a ravine. Everything, everything seemed to be in his way. There seemed like no place to run, no place to hide.  

            There was a hissing sound as an arrow flew passed his ear. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to die. I'm going to die and I can't do a fucking thing about it. An arrow lodged into his shoulder-blade. Searing pain enveloped his back and he stumbled and slid on the ground, sharp rocks and sticks tearing at his clothing and slicing his skin. Blood oozed out of the wound and cuts, they stung from the dirt that was lodged into them. Tears prickled at his eyes that he wiped away furiously on the sleeve of his shirt. He couldn’t die now, not like this.

     

            This was wrong. He shouldn't be in this mess. If his armor hadn't broken a few hours ago he would've been fine. Hell, he'd probably be the attacker, not his assailant! After so many wins, after all those years it took to finally achieve victory, it was going to be stolen away again. He was going to die and someone else was going to be standing with one foot resting on his corpse while they sucked in all the glory like a leech. To make matters worse he was going to die by his best friend’s hand and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop him.

            He tried to move his arm, his body, but the pain flared up in his back. It blinded his senses, making a pitiful whine escape his pale lips and causing his vision to blur. His body quivered from the pain and it was all he could do to keep from passing out. He heard a familiar giggle come from behind him, but it was lacking the bubbliness it used to contain. Instead it sounded sadistic and sinister. “How does it feel getting your ass humiliated, Aleks?”

            He gave a dry laugh, “Hah. You haven’t won yet, you still have Ant-“

            “AntVenom is dead, Aleks. I killed him a few hours ago after he attacked you.” The brunette cursed at the words. He was dead, he was dead and his attacker was going to win.

            “When did you become so cruel Eddie?” Aleks sneered; his brown eyes alight with anger. “You never could kill me before. You were weak.”

            “People change Aleks. I got better and you just don’t want to admit that I beat you.” Eddie snickered, “You always hated losing.”

            “What do you know Eddie?!” Silence fell upon them. The pain in his back was unbearable now. He couldn’t move at all; he really was at the mercy of his friend. He broke the silence with a jeering voice, “That’s right; nothing. You know nothing. Killing changes you, Eddie. Do you really think you will be the same after killing me?”

            “It’s not like it matters. If I can kill AntVenom then I can kill you just as easily.” Eddie’s foot came down hard on Aleks back. The pain intensified and the pale male cried out, tears spilling out of the brown abyss of his eyes.

            “You fucker!” Aleks spat out. He coughed and blood rose up into his mouth, coating his tongue with the metallic taste. “Does our friendship mean nothing to you?!”