The Dreamweavers

I was running, sweating like crazy, but I didn't look back. He was still chasing me. God? What is happening? I wondered, looking at my surroundings. This is my home, my city? Who is that man? Thoughts were popping up in my head but I did not, even for once, look back.

"Come here, you little shit" the man mocked as he kept chasing me around.

I turned left, then right, went straight at the crossroads, then again left. Fatigue was getting the best of me, I could feel my knees buckling beneath me but I didn't lose hope.
What the hell is wrong with this man? The evening had set but it looked different from normal. The sky was purple and the world seemed to stop.
I was about to give up when someone in front of me shouted, knocking me back to my senses, giving me hope.

"Hey! Come here, fast!!!" He gestured at me, telling me to come towards a run-down factory.
With every last bit of my strength, I trudged over to that factory, the man still close on my heels.

50 metres. 40 metres. 30 metres.

I was closing in on to that building but no one came towards me, to help me.
What kinda people are they? Don't they see I look beaten like hell?

"Aha! Gotchya!" The man called out right behind me.

I heard the Shink! of a blade unsheathing and I thought that my time has come.

10 metres.

No, I can do it. I have to.

As I rammed into the man, who had called out to me earlier, I could see what was happening.
It was not a factory, it was some kinda organisation.
I dunno how I knew, but it was a gut feeling.

I looked down, the killer had got me, I thought. There was a cut on the back of my hand. It was not much but it hurt significantly. Ugh.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the world began shimmering around me.
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~Sami