Langst

Gotta go fast

GUESS WHO'S BACK

BACK AGAIN

(ok no more references or mems for now)

ON WITH THE CHAPTAAA

"Police have lost track him, and are currently trying to find him. He escaped 4 days ago. If you have any sightings of this man, please don't hesitate to tell us."

What was Lance supposed to do now?

His father definitely knew where they were currently staying - he wouldn't have come to America if he didn't.

That meant he had to keep his siblings away until it was safe, and get himself to safety in the meantime.

Lance sent a quick text to all of them on their family group chat.

Stay at a friends house today, this is important. I'll tell you when to come back.

Lance checked his phone's battery, glad to find it fully charged. Whilst cramming his phone into his pocket, he packed a few clothes, his charger and a couple of other essentials as well as a wad of cash into a shoulder bag to keep him going for a few days. He had to leave soon. Who knows how long ago he touched American soil?

He walked to the stairway and slid down the handrail until the first floor, from which he jumped the the ground floor.

He had to leave now.

With both hands, he swung the doors open and took two steps outside, breathing in the city air once more.

All around him were people that walked around in groups, chatting carelessly. Once more, he wished that he was a normal Cuban boy who could walk through the streets without fear. But he wasn't. Well it had to happen to someone, he thought.

He took one more step away, and then another and then a few more, until he blended into the crowd very far away from his home. He placed a cap on his head and put his hood up before finally shoving his hands into his pockets, feeling his phone vibrate.

He continued walking as he flicked through the numerous messages until one specific one caught his eye.

He stopped at one message from Kira.

Sure! Just let me grab a few things from home, and then I'll be on my way.

Shit!

Lance made a U turn and sprinted full speed back to the apartment. He was at least a kilometer away from it - how long would it take to get there?

As the apartment came into view, Lance could spot the lights on in his apartment, and something was clambering up the walls with nothing but a knife and his own two hands.

He had no time to waste. He needed to get up there now.

He took another breath and sprinted even faster through the double doors, pushing many people out of the way in the process.

He climbed the flight two steps at a time.

Keep going, he chanted like a mantra in his mind. Don't stop yet.

In one of the windows, he saw his father looking in, eyes making contact. The older man was completely scruffy, and an insane fire was burning behind his eyes which just seemed to burn brighter after seeing Lance.

Lance's father began to climb faster, his old body appearing to struggle due to the activity.

Things just got worse.

Lance doubled his speed once more. He wasn't going to allow himself to slow down now, no matter how much his groaning muscles protested. This escalated to a life or death situation.

Finally, after 2 more minutes, he finally made it to the top, where his apartment was.

He kicked down the door, only to find that his father had beaten him to the top, holding his daughter by the throat.

"Hello Lance." His voice was thick with venom and hatred.

"Let's take this somewhere else shall we?"

I'm sorry this was kinda short! I literally did this just before my maths mock, so i hope that this is ok for now. I'll continue this l8r.

Bai bai.