Sounds of car horns echoed in the distance, lights flickered on in the windows of building I ran past. I stopped running when I reached this dead end, my predators were surely hot in pursuit. The dimly lit streets did nothing to calm my nerves rather, it heightened my torment.
I looked up for the umpteenth time at the buildings towering above me, my heart beating wildly in my chest and my breath erratic and stressed.
There was no way out of this mess I've found myself in. The night air became colder with each passing minute but my skin warmed by fear remained moist.
Those same figures clothed like the knights of England had finally caught up with me. The stood at the entrance of the street, staring straight ahead. Their eyes; the color of midnight were faintly visible through the street lights.
The street lights. Those were not the lights I wanted to see during my last moments. The bonfire of the village was what I wanted to see or the light of a new day.
The dead stare the knights were sending my way was menacing and the eerie silence was unbearable.
Through the tense air of the night, a steely voice boomed,'Wanderers are not accepted in my city'.
A shudder racked through my body at the utterance of this words. One of the knights stepped away from the rest as he slowly approached me.
I had thought the city was a safer place than what I was experiencing now. I had heard of fast moving cars, free climbing of buildings and many other fun activities.
The approaching knight continued in that same menacing tone he found fit for the situation at hand, 'Luckily for you, a better purpose awaits you. Your fate has been spelt out and you are the lamb for the ritual'.
'You are the Lamb for the ritual', the other knights chorused.
Before this time, I was thrilled by the thought of all the adventure I was going to get but I never thought it would lead to this - losing my life.
For a quarter of a minute I held the gaze of the knight bellying up to me. Unable to look any longer, my gaze dropped to the ground.
Looking at the ground was one of the mistakes I made. The air began smelling funny with my gaze still fixed on the ground and the last thing I remember was that, the ground rose up to meet me.
I woke up with a start. My head throbbed with a dull ache. From my peripheral vision, I saw a figure cloaked in black. I tried standing up but I couldn't. The only movement I could make was turning my head around.
I took in my surrounding in one quick glance. The room was painted black and crossed bone was drawn on the ceiling of the room.
My mouth was gagged, my hands and legs were bounded with strong cords. I was confused for a moment, then I realized what happened previously.
I tried screaming through the cloth covering my mouth but I couldn't. I felt scared and shaken to my wits.
I said a silent prayer as I saw the figure withdraw his sword from its sheath and held it aloft in a manner of striking.
With the help of the harsh light from the candle, I saw a shadow slip in through the doorway. After what I think was a matter of seconds, the room was engulfed in thick smoke.
Coughing and spitting ensued as I heard people cursing. Firm hands broke the cords binding me and released my mouth of the cloth gagging me.
I was gently lifted from the raised platform by that same strong hands.
Few minutes passed by and I found myself once more in the street of the city. My adventure ended and my life saved, I looked up to meet the smiling face of my saviour.
He said, 'You know, young boys shouldn't be wandering at night'.
I laughed with abandon at the thought of what happened in the city. Truly, that was one hell of an adventure.
Finally he patted my back and gently pushed me forward, through that same route which my adventure had began, but this time I was going back to the place I call Home.
With a better state of mind, I knew I would always go on adventures but I would be much careful in all my dealings.
