He's a Killer

I ran through the cane fields, wind seething through my hair fuelling my stamina.

I felt more than alive, the wet ground beneath my shoes and the cane stalks brushing against my body felt so natural. I hadn't felt more alive ever, this gave me a break from the abuse I experienced in every day life.

A gunshot brought me from my trance, I halted in my spot frantically looking around. My eyes widened as another shot sounded, this time I ducked, my hands landing into the mush soil below me. The feeling of mud between my fingers grossed me, but I couldn't focus on that at the moment.

After several gun shots sounded I began to run, faster than ever, I couldn't remember which way i had entered the cane so I just ran.

Little did I know I was running into trouble.