Vincent AcelingThe Chase
November 3rd 2006 03:53
The Chase
He was to leave behind a life that had given him so much. The perfect job, a wife that never left his side, but it was time, he needed answers? As he hit the water these were the only thoughts that could drown him. The icy cold water sliced into his skin as he sank to the bottom. As the bed of seaweed scraped his foot he rebounded back to the surface gasping for breath. No. Death was not an option. The torch light was still moving around at the cliff top. If he could reach the rocks he may still be a chance. Diving into the water with one last gasp he was able to swim towards the rocks. Scrambling to his feet he heard gun shots, they had seen him!
He could feel he's bare feet trembling as he felt the sharpness of each rock, his heart pounding with each step but he had to continue until they stopped firing. Reaching the top of the rocks he ran on to the road hoping that someone would see him. A truck was approaching but would it stop and pick him up? He's clothes were damp, he hadn't shaved in weeks, feeling the thickness of his beard, what had he become? The truck roared past without stopping, who in their right mind would want to pick up a stranger, a stranger without a destination. He had no option but to keep on running. Running over to the other side of the road, running straight into the woods, the chase would continue.
The shots kept coming as he ran for hours, or maybe it was days, it definitely felt like days. He's feet were blistered, aching with the many wounds of his past. A past deterred with emotions and the loss of those who were so very close to him. The shots finally stopped. He's run turned into a gaping crawl. Eventually he found a bed of leaves where he rested, mentally and physically depleted. They had stopped chasing him the night had bought him salvation. He would now wait, for daylight would bring the challenge of survival.
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