Run.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic


My legs ache, burning muscles approaching and passing white-hot.

Still, I run.

Put one foot in front of the other. Keep going. Don’t stop. That’s my mantra, how I’ve gotten through most things in life, especially the hard ones. That mantra is keeping me alive right now.

The street is dark, typical for 2AM. Lights are off in houses and along the road, turning the normally lively passage into a snaking path of lurking nightmares. I’m living one of them.

I don’t dare to yell or look behind me. Wasting energy would be fatal. I judge the distance of my predator by the time between the tap tap tap of my footsteps and his, and from the sound of it, the difference is slowly shrinking.

Still, I run.

I run to avoid a fate easy to imagine inflicting, but impossible to bear. A fantasy played out in the minds of nearly all men who have lived and loved.

The sound grows nearer.

I scan the path ahead, desperate for escape. No quarter is given. The road offers no mercy, no respite, no aid. Weary legs reach their limit and begin to show cracks in their foundation.

Still, I run.

The predator grows nearer. I can hear his steaming breath over my own labouring lungs. Legs switch from protesting to fighting, compounding the spiral of pain that only slows me further. It’s a matter of time before his snarling face meets my own.

I slow. His pace seems to quicken with superhuman resolve. My heart threatens to burst from my chest, lungs aching as my legs buckle more with each passing moment. His steps are closer. Fear no longer sustains my flight. I look behind me and see it.

Rage. Despair. Hatred. The face of a man with nothing to lose. A man who had everything - love, life, hope - snatched away in an instant. A shell, a human-shaped capsule with a single remaining purpose: revenge.

Revenge on his enemy. Revenge on the unworthy, inhuman animal that, through sheer neglect and arrogance, took his family from him. I spent 10 years in jail for it. I hadn’t been out 10 days before he found me.

His snarling, drooling mouth curls into a crooked and angry smile as he bares his teeth. A glint of moonlight against an object in his hand signals to me. His burning eyes erupt with fire as he approaches. I continue to put one foot in front of the other. A burst of pain in my back as skin and muscle is pierced. My fate sealed, I take comfort in a final thought. My mantra.

I ran.


Submitted: March 25, 2021

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