Rogue

Bonds

'RUN! RUN!'

Blood pumped through his heated veins as his heart pounded like a massive drum.

'RUN!'

His muscles flexed, footfalls pulverized among the brush and dirt.

'RUN!'

The beast's irises were blown wide, nostrils flaring in search of his hunters.

'I...MUST...RUN!' The words echoed within Rogue's head as he sprinted in retreat. Again, he sniffed in search of any oncoming pursuers, his nose only detecting the scent of an imminent and heavy rain. Lightning danced across the darkened sky with the clack of thunder vibrating his eardrums. A snarl left the titan's lipless maw - the flying humans had picked a hell of a day to fuck with him. Ever since their change in their plans and demeanor, during the month that followed their first attempt in putting him in a cage, the uniformed men had made four other attempts to bind Rogue. Ever since then, the creature could find no reason for their actions. However, the game at hand had gone from cat and mouse to the fox and the hound. Things had become a matter of endurance and cunning.

When the flying humans had come to take him again, they didn't dare or bother to set out their human traps. Still, after their first stunt, he couldn't trust them. They would just chase him, cut him off, try to corner him, corral him, and if they got too close - Rogue immediately snagged the unlucky soul in a tree. Of course, there were still points where the flying humans would try to trip him by swinging near his moving feet, but since that day when facing the small leader and his followers, he knew what was coming. Now, during these strange hunts, things were always ended by either a low number of 'working' flying humans or by the lack of the thing keeping the uniformed men's invisible wings running. It was all puzzling to Rogue. How he wished he knew the answer to the simple question of why.

A few stray raindrops made their way through the canopy, gracing his swinging shoulders. The titan blinked, peeking from the corners of his shadow rimmed eyes to scrutinize his opponent's positions. Rogue cursed himself with a deep growl. He had carelessly let the humans put him in a difficult position. The majority of the pack members were at his rear, including the blonde leader and the man with whiskers. One group led by Messy Hair was on his left and the Short One, Levi, was with his collection of followers on his right. Rogue gulped, forcing his eyes before him to watch in the direction he was heading. If a group ambushed him from the front, he would only have a split second of thought of how to evade.

Damn, trouble always seemed to find him.

"Keep steady! He's in position!"

Rogue rounded another bend, releasing a hot cloud of steam to shake his pursuers, now hoping that his ace in the hole of his vanishing act would work. Over time, the flying humans were growing more aware of his tricks, dwindling his defensive arsenal. They had figured out his lame titan waltz trick no matter how much he altered his appearance. He desperately hoped that they wouldn't find a loophole in his best escape plan. The titan's ear then flickered, listening through another rumbling in the heavens to hear the buzzing of invisible wings. Rogue turned his head slightly to see just who had taken the challenge of fortitude against him. To his unfortunate pleasure, it was the short leader who had veered to sail just a few feet away from his shoulder. The titan watched as the man continued to hover just over his skin. The titan hissed and prepared to go for the man's cables, but to his surprise, Levi halted in his advance to stop high above the forest floor - the other members of the flying human pack following his action. For a moment, the titan was confused. Did the uniformed men have to stop their hunt?

As he gained distance, Rogue huffed in accomplishment and cunning. It seemed that he had gotten the better of them once again, producing a small gurgle in satisfaction before he faced forward.