The Run.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Based on the HL2 series. Non-canon

Submitted: June 18, 2014

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The box keeps getting heavier as I trudge through the streets. Mark said the MPF's in Block A would be paid not to interfere. Which means I'm on my own in Block B.
As I walk along I feel eyes lock on me as I approach the Inter-Block NEXHap. The Officer manning the gate looked at my CID Card and waved my through. I stopped and looked
around Block B. Three MP's, two on patrol one is stationary in a tower. As I began to stroll forward I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. As I stopped and reared my head I heard him say, "What'd have
in there?".  I looked down at the box in my hands and then back at the dull, lifeless eyes of the officer. "Well?", I heard him question. I took a deep breath and said, "You can look inside.. when i'm dead!".
With that statement I took off down the street. I could here the clunking of their boots behind me, the utility belts clacking. All I knew was that the drop off location was at the end of the street.
I smiled as I saw the vent where the box needed to be. Just as I was atleast 5 feet away a DvL stepped before the vent. I had no choice but to run down the alley next to the building. I kept running and
running, through twists and turns. I saw a light! It was the canals, my only hope of escape. I ran through the opening in the fence. I felt free as a bird until I heard a loud buzz. Vibrations went
running wild through my body. I came crashing to the ground. I woke up laying on my back. I saw the officers through the haze, pulling packages of white substance out of the box. I saw the officer part
a path and salute to the DvL. Walking down. The armband read Jury, but I saw it as death. He pulled out a Smith and Wesson .357 and cocked his weapon. I heard the bang of the gun and everything white.
My last delivery... my last breath... My last memory, a gun aimed right at my head. Somehow with the things i've done and the things that I didn't do, it seemed fitting...


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