Trigger Happy
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Last published Tue, Nov 28, 2017
Adrenaline running through my veins, the rush of blood to my head, my heart beating rapidly, pain searing through my already-sore muscles; this was such a familiar feeling, a feeling I got so used to, to the point I enjoyed. I looked around there was 2 people behind me, 2 ahead of me. I jumped aside from a obstacle and kicked aside a boxing bag. Running with all my might I passed the person ahead of me. One more to go. This was easy. Sprinting with only 10 seconds on the timer I dashed through a maze of thorns passing the person in front, ignoring my muscles pleading to stop. My vision saw a flash of light, bingo. Eying the prize I avoided the traps and snatched the coin. I had won. I Aurum Mortem, had just won The Maze of Assassin Runs of 2017.
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