Two thirty eight

This is a flash back

Many years ago.........

The cold chill was in the air. The rain clouds kidnapped the sun making it look like it was the middle of the night but it was actually quite the opposite. it was raining hard puddles where everywhere. To the point, it looked like it might flood. The wind was violent enough to blow things away. Perfect for what's at hand.

Two where running going as fast as their legs could carry them. One was an older man early to mid 30ds in a red shirt and white pants. With a bottle in his right hand. It's cap resembling a blue flame with a black tint. But this bottle was made for so much more than just holding drinks like a normal bottle. Which brings us to the other person.

Looks no older than fourteen was wearing a gray shirt and pants. Both aren't dressed for the weather. Both soaked to the bone. "You can't run from me two-thirty-eight the older man said. Two-thirty-eight just took off without saying anything. Looking for anything an escape route diversion anything. There was nothing so there was only one thing to do. Two-thirty-eight tripped and slid a bit scraping up some skin and eating the mud. The man placed his foot on who's back not enough to hurt but hard enough to successfully hold two-thirty-eight down. Pinning his target down he uncapped the blue flamed bottle and a camo green haze was pulled from the teen's body into the bottle.