I ran, my entire speed racing through my limbs as I sprinted
faster then a cheetah, I ran so fast I wasn't there. I moved
smoothly through the woods dodging the trees without even trying
but I was trying to run and I was trying to run fast; faster than
I had ever run before.My legs were complaining my legs, this was
new to me I never got tired, I could always run and I could
always run faster and now I was breathing heavily out of pure
habit but it was slowing me down. I closed my mouth and stopped
my breathing, my speed increased by an inch quicker, and an inch
of valuable time.
My legs were hurting so much it was taking all of my pain
tolerance training not to stop and sooth them. It would waste
time, it would waste my time.
I gritted my teeth and kept concentrated on the run, my legs were
distracting me and I could not allow them too, one slip and it
would be over.
So I pushed it to the back of my mind and kept running, running
like my life depended on it was the one thing I could do, and I
could do it damn well.
Everything about my body was designed to run, the shape of my
legs, the muscles in my legs, arms and chest even my eyes were
designed to quickly fix onto new objects to avoid, I was the
perfect running machine. So when someone wanted to catch me it
was next to impossible, and that's what puzzled me now; because
the person chasing me now was behind me and damn were they close,
I had to be running at least half the speed of light, so how were
they so close?
To run is like to live the words echoed in my mind, and to live
is to run, I added on. And now my life would end very shortly if
I didn't run. How ironic.
My whole body was aching everything I was getting distracted
again, but I couldn't not be distracted the pain was intense but
some how…refreshing. I was going nuts, a bad sign; then my
viewpoint fell. I froze in pure shock but then quickly began to
run; I had lost time again.
My view point was very low up to my knee but I was still running
and that's all that mattered to me; my legs didn't hurt, nothing
hurt I felt fresh and ready to run around half the world, twice.
My smell had dramatically increased, I could smell everything the
smell of pine overwhelmed me momentarily and my sight was
shockingly good, and I thought I had good eye sight before, I
picked out small details while running, ants scuttling on the
tree's, under my paws- wait my paws?
In place of my feet were two beautiful amber coloured paws, they
were slender and powerful looking. I must be going faster than
before but I could see the tree's with such detail it was
amazing; they were no longer blurs; it was if I was strolling
through the woods, pointedly memorizing the unique patterns on
I was running faster than I had ever done; but I wasn't me it was
a magnificent creature with fur like flames, and damn did it run
fast if it was chasing me I wouldn't stand a change, it was
superior to me, to every creature that prided itself on speed, it
could strip away the ego of Olympic champions any day and me.
I stopped running, I could no longer hear a pursuit; I had lost
them, for good. Without thinking I raised my head into the air
and howled; it sounded like souls screaming together like
victory, like gratitude like defeat. Some thing near me moved and
my howl instantly turned into a growl, coming from deep in the
back of my throat threatening and low, this creature I possessed
was truly wonderful mastering speed, sight and smell, it even
sounded like a god of speed (or what I imagined a god of speed
I relaxed my muscles returning to normal as I picked up the scent
of a rabbit; no danger. I surveyed my surrounding a clearing
surrounded by tree's bushes and shadows each shadow would
normally be a threat but with this eye sight I had no trouble
seeing. I was on my own. A sudden loneliness engulfed me.
I howled; this time it was a howl tainted with despair.