Adrenaline
Prologue
He remembered. 3 miles. He was almost there… He stood at the line. It was checkered in red and white. The gun went off. He felt a rush of pride. Like Braveheart. He felt he was on a horse with his sword pointed out. He felt he was in it for everyone and everyone was watching. He was shivering of excitement. He imagined himself fighting of glory. He felt that if there were 20 bullets in him he would fight to the death. He opened his eyes. He was grinning. The first pole. Jumped. The second. Jumped. He was running like a man.Now he was standing infront of everyone. He sprinted and the sand blazed around him. There was a gun laying on the rack. He grabbed it and the targets appeared. He fired and hit all. He chucked the gun from his grasp. But it was yet to come. He would look death in the eyes soon. He was running, ready to throw the grenades. He was so excited. Until he looked the grenade in the eye and realized it was unclipped. He remembered his cousins and gazed at the thing that killed them. He dropped it. It went off. The crowd was horrified. But it wasn't over. No it had just begun. The grenade blew up but our friend lives. His time will be way worse soon.
“Get him up!” 20 men ran over to the scene. “He looks dead” “Very funny” “lets get out now”. Conversation was between the guards. Four men had picked up the body and brought it to the ambulance. They forgot something. To lock the stadium. It would not matter now. Later at around 3:00 a child had wandered off inside. He began to play in the sand. The guards had cleaned all the apparatus from the floor. The child then noticed a black ankle brace beeping red. He lifted it up but he was a child and he dropped it back down, as his mother called for him.
A man wearing an eye patch strode down the street. In a Ferrari. No one had a idea who he was or where he was going. He hit the pedal and cops approached. He sped up and the cops did the same. Then the man zoomed into a building. Blood sprawled and the cars were destroyed.The buildings bricks flew everywhere. “Ohh shhh!” The cops crashed into the building with him. He quickly jumped from the car and ripped off the eye patch. The cops realized who he was too late. He sprinted out. The cops watched him. He stopped in his tracks and felt disoriented. A squad said that Makoleai Skye escaped from level V supermax in Texas. Somehow he had made it to New Jersey in no time. The cop dropped his radio and sprinted the other direction. “Why the hell are you running?””Thats Makol-” Thats all he needed to say and the rest of the unit ran with him. Makoleai smiled as this was hilarious but he didn't know military squads were on there way. He wasn't that stupid though. He sprinted off into oblivion.
15 years before
“Lets go man!” Mark was yelling at Vaylor. Guns were going off in the meantime. It was war major war. A biohacker had mass attacked almost every country and led out the most violent convicts to aid him. It started small but grew quickly after the hack attack. Vaylor was 14 and Mark was 16. The two teens were stuck in Moscow and there was a heated attack. The sky was dark and the ground was covered in blood bullets. They were behind a graffitied building taking cover.The air was turned into the smell of lead and gasoline. A Russian sped up to the wall bleeding. He slowly sat down but was heavily breathing. Mark freaked out as for he hated the sight of blood. Vaylor turned away when he saw the wound, gushing blood, and the vein lying out onto his jeans. The soldier closed his eyes and touched the wound his hand was covered in blood. Mark said in Russian “What happened” The soldier held up his gun and threw it on the ground “take” he muttered. “No stop you will be alright” Vaylor yelled. He put pressure on the wound but the young soldier just pushed his hand away and ran out yelling “For the love of the world!” He was shot into little pieces. Vaylor and Mark began to tear up. “We have to take them…” Vaylor whispered. Mark nodded shamefully. “Take…” Mark picked it up and motioned with his hand to move. Mark was the older one. Besides they were behind a building wall. Blood still was over the wall. Vaylor sped after his brother. A bullet sprawled from the building window across from them. “Run!” Vaylor rolled behind the wall and Mark after him. Another bullet hit the wall. Mark yelled “What do I do, I am clueless” “I….Don't….Know” Vaylor muttered shivering. Then a bullet hit the wall and pierced Marks ear. He dropped the gun and dropped to the floor. Then a rush went into Vaylor he remembered the 18 year old getting torn to pieces by these ruthless brutes. He picked up the gun and fired at the window. “Ahhhh!” a vein bulged in his forehead as he fired. The window broke and a gun fell from the window. He still fired all over the building. Bullets pierced the brick wall. Holes and holes appeared over the building. Vaylor took a deep breath and lowered the machine gun. He liked holding the grip. Then it hit him, a bullet. Mark yelled “Oh no, please god, no not me” He grabbed Vaylor and brought him over to the wall he decided to make a turn cut but had nothing to do it. He just held onto the wound. Then Vaylor picked up his gun. He didn’t even feel the bullet. He got up and the rush went into his skull again. He held the gun and looked through the scope. He heard running down the stairs. The door broke open and he closed his eyes and fired. His bullets sprayed right into the (filthy) terrorist. The terrorist fell to his feet and Vaylor walked out to him. His shoes crushing into the gravel slowly. He kicked him over and began to recklessly punch him. He was crying at the same time. He studied the face of the terrorist and gulped down. Brown hair and dark eyebrows. A little moustache and stubble. He felt there was nothing in him. No bones,organs. or veins. He looked at the bullet wound and felt pain again. Being dyslexic and having ADHD at the same time was painful. Vaylor ran back to Mark and began to stare at the wound. He ripped off a piece of his shirt then dropped it realizing he could loot the cons body. He took off the cons bulletproof vest and began to dip at his pockets. He found supplies such as chemical grenades and injections. He found weapons to use and a injection labeled non-wound. “What luck”.
