Run

He sped through the forest, moving faster than humanly possible. A single streak of gold whistles past his ear while another snakes its way through the not-too-long, disheveled, light chestnut hair on top of his head that currently had strands sticking every with way making him look like he had the world's worst bad hair day. Both fly through about six trees making them splinter and fall before implanting themselves deep inside of two boulders the size of a car, causing cracks to spread over the boulder like a spiderweb before they each shatter into rubble. Another golden arrow flys in front of his face from his left, missing him by millimeters and speeds away gliding through trees like a butter knife through butter until it's out of sight. The sense of panic washes over him again and he forces his body further beyond human bonds. Thank god he wasn't human.

The forest thins before him into a large forest-enveloped clearing with a small, quick-flowing brook racing down the center. He turns abruptly to skirt the edge, not willing to take the risk of running down the center.

The arrows cease their onslaught, but he doesn't dare slow down yet. He keeps running around the clearing, hurdling the brook with ease.

The edge of the forest is in sight finally, marked by a dirt road and litter now tarnishing the verdant, natural beauty of the forest.

He crosses the road with celerity, but keeps up his pace. If they capture him he'll surely be sentenced to death.

He finally slows down in the center of town, so he doesn't attract too much attention.

He is in a bustling town center now-tall sky scrapers surrounded him on every side-his jeans torn and covered with mud, dirt, and dust, his shirt hanging in tatters loosely off his once toned body-muscle having been stripped away by lack of food during his time as a captive of them-his shoes horribly worn, dirty, and in some places torn, and his complex left much to be desired from not bathing more than three months.

Around him people jostled around. Some glanced quickly at him before returning to talk on their phone, perhaps to make an important business decision. Some were walking to their job in an expensive looking suit, a few with briefcases in hand.

It suddenly occurred to him that he had been running for more than a day and the adrenaline induced stamina left him all at once, the need of sleep over taking his eyes, forcing them closed.

He passed out. The last thing he remember was the sky above him.

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[A/N

Hey guys. It has been awhile I know! I know! I missed you all so much, BUT I'M BACK!!!! YAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, I'm aware that this may not be what you're wanting to see from me after so long an absence(don't worry an update to my other fanfic is coming soon I PROMISE! Hopefully tonight after I finish studying for my precalculus test tomorrow) but this idea has been plaguing me for ever and I had to put out there!

Btw this probs will not be a 1D fanfic. Sorry, but it just won't have a good plot for a fanfic.

This is COMPLETELY ORIGINAL AND WRITTEN BY ME, so I really want some feedback please!!!!!!!!!!

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