paroxysm // jikook

zero

He was on the run, again. 

Constantly looking behind his shoulder, ducking behind the shadows and becoming a phantom in the darkness to stay safe. 

The moon was his only protector, activating his innate senses that kept his alpha ancestors alive for centuries in the forests. 

His hands were bloody, his rusty knife almost slipping from his grasp. 

That familiar, bitter copper taste still lingered in his mouth, and he spat it out quickly before it made him too sick. 

He refused to be caught this time. He couldn't have fucked up that badly. 

His work was normally quick and clean; no evidence, no witnesses.

But there was one witness this time. That random short guy who looked like he just got back from getting beaten the fuck up. 

While running, he almost tripped over an uneven sidewalk while thinking about the man limping towards him and shouting for him to stop. Who the fuck was that? And how did he not hear someone walking towards him?

He ran, and ran and ran. Time was soon forgotten as this chase was his only priority.
His eyes changed back to normal as he ran, and he took a risk; looking back behind him. 

To see that he was no longer being chased gave him relief, and he breathed a sigh of relief; slowing down gradually.

He looked ahead of him once more, ready to run quick and hide before CCTV cameras catch him.

Then, a streetlight appeared out of nowhere.

Right in front of him.

Smacking him hard in the nose.

He swore out loud, the string of curse words ringing through the empty streets. He doubled over, groaning in pain as blood began to trick from his nose.

Great, just what he needed.

After the pain dulled down to a mild throb, he got up; looking around and hoping that no one saw that. 

He kept running again, sinking in with the shadows and sneaking around bushes, blending into the night as he got closer to home.