Post #004.5
It was not supposed to have been this way, but it was. All you could do now was to run. Run for all you were capable of. Run as if your heels were on fire. Run as if your life depended on it. Even as your lungs burned from how much air you were gulping down, you did not stop. Even as the ticking of a clock from within your chest kept on going, you did not stop. You did not pause. For a second spent dallying was a second faster they would come. And you would return to your hell once more.
Dropping down into a roll to avoid a low hanging branch that looked a little too sharp for your tastes, you did not pause and quickly picked up the pace once more fueled by your inhuman grace. Up ahead, you saw a small gap between the earth. Narrowing your eyes, you mentally prepared and made the jump and landed on a massive rock. You grit your teeth as one of your arms hit a sharp, jagged edge of the rock with a clanging sound of metal hitting rock, staining a bit of your precious, "lifeblood". That was bad as it meant that any pursuers would be able to pick up your trail as you left an oily remnant behind.
Still, you did not stop and even muttered, "I like pain as much as the next person, but that was a little too sharp for my liking."
That was when you smelled it. Your eyes lit up as you knew you were near home. That ever familiar scent of car exhaust and unwashed hobos. You found a second wind surge forth within you and rushed through the Hedges strange doorway and found glorious freedom, never once realizing that the rock you had hit earlier had picked itself up, glared in your direction, and paced around the exit you had just passed through, angrily making holes in the ground...