Once and Never

Outrunning Karma

|| Hi, I'm bored. Murder warning. Oh, and Outrunning Karma is by Alec Benjamin. ||

Virgil hissed, pulling away and running. He left Roman looking lost, shocked after suddenly being kissed.

Outrunning karma that boy, he's such a charmer all the-

He ran, hearing the sirens of the police. They had been tailing him for a while now. He swore, turning a sharp corner. A man was standing there, and he crashed right into him.

Bugs and their larva, follow him to Colorado.

The man blinked, picking up the book he had dropped. He adjusted his glasses, then let out a gasp. "You! You're the murderer- Virgil!" He turned, whipping out his phone as the sirens screamed louder. Virgil snarled and lunged, silencing the man with a quick blow to his neck, the knife flashing.

Ten dozen hearts in a bag, their bodies lying he'll drag. Them down to Colorado, a modern desperado.

Virgil took off again, shoving the knife back in it's sheath. He muttered something under his breath, turning down an alleyway. Flying over a metal fence, he kept running from the sirens.

And he'll race for miles all throughout the night. He'll run because he knows he cannot hide.

He could hear more sirens from ahead. Looking around, he leaped at a fire escape and scrambled up, heart pounding.

He's never gonna make it all the. Poor people he's forsaken karma. Is always gonna chase him for his lies.

He blasted into the room, blind to the world as he fumbled for his phone. Running through the building, he dialed a familiar number.

"Patton!" He screeched. "I need a ride! I need to get out of here!"

"Sorry kid. I've done all I can. I can only watch."

It's just a game of waiting from the. Church steeple down to Satan karma. There's really no escape until he dies.

Virgil skidded to a halt, breathing heavily as a man in a suit blocked his way. He wore a bowler hat, and had an eerie golden eye.

"It's not the end of the line, Virgil."

And with that, he fired the gun.

Outrunning karma that boy. Can't run no farther it's the. Last days of Sparta follow. Him down to meet Apollo.

|| Aight, time to go struggle through stuff. Sorry for the trashy short story thing. < Tips bowler hat > ||