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ONE. THE CHASE

Being chased was nothing like the movies. 

Mud smeared my sweaty face as the moisture dripped down my body and soaked through my torn and filthy clothes. My matted hair, tied up but now with strands flying loose around my face was an obvious sign that something was wrong. Where were the people. My feet bruised and bleeding from running bare foot across the streets. Broken glass had gouged as I flew blindly in the dark not seeing the broken beer bottles until it was too late. I didn't know how bad it was but I couldn't stop to check. I pushed my self to go faster. To escape those who chased me.

I just needed to get to someone. Anyone. I searched as I ran eyes frantic praying to some higher power to save me but the streets were abandoned. I had been deserted in my time of need. It seemed to be eerily silent. All I could hear was my own heavy breathing and the thumping of my blood pulsing through my body as well as a slight ringing sound. I rounded a corner heading into an alley. Maybe I could hide here.

My sleeve caught on a piece of wire sticking out of a box piled up by the tall buildings, which formed this passageway. As tried to squeeze through the gap and I pulled tearing my skin along with the cloth in my desperation to move faster. It cause a chain reaction the boxes tumbling to the floor making a deafening sound which seemed to echo through everything. A sob broke free, as I comprehended what this would cost me. An invitation to my predators to come, catch and feast upon me.

Pure terror filled me and the adrenalin helped to numb my body broken in so many places. I turned from the wreckage and moved again. My lungs and heart were pumping, but there didn't seem to be enough air. The world around me felt like it was becoming smaller. Isolated to me the hunted and those who chased me. Then I realised it wasn't just a feeling of closing in but reality as I ran straight into a fence which had spikes and sharp ridges at its peak. I shook uncontrollably. No.

A loud cackle let loose behind me. They had found me. Or maybe this had been the plan all along. Herding me into this trap of dusty shadows and hard metal. Panic trembling in my exhausted limbs I inched back and they followed step for step moving towards me.

I wish I could say that I got away. I wish I could say some knight in shining armour came to my rescue white steed and all. But no one came. They beat me and cut me and spat on my tortured beaten body like I was nothing. I lay there on the cold unbreakable floor wishing I could become part of it. To be numb, have an out of body experience, anything to escape the pain. I felt every hit.

It felt like my very essence was spilling out of me like running water. I watched as a pool of blood span out around me and closed my eyes, wishing once more for freedom. A world away from this Inferno.