The Bad Men's Footsteps
folder
Original - Misc › Modern Lit
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
845
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Original - Misc › Modern Lit
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
845
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Bad Men's Footsteps
Running…yes, running again…it isn’t as though I am not tired…it is not as if I like it…but I run…from my fears… from my regrets… as I do now.
In between buildings, along an alley, at a steady rush.
‘Ughh,’ she sighs in her mind, ‘This is the fifth… eighth time these people chased me.’ She exaggerates…never having met these men before.
‘I can’t be that bad in shape,’ the girl thinks, questioning her fatigue. ‘They said you won’t get tired running if you’re being chased…’ she tells herself, not understanding why she is slowing down. ‘Lying sacks of…’ Her thought halts as she realizes… the voices were louder…and the hulking masses’ breathings…though ragged…they were not as ragged as hers.
‘Christ…this is crap…men can’t be that much faster than me…I’m sure I’m at least a hundred pounds lighter than them,’ her mind tries to logically understand the inevitable. They will catch up to her…sooner or later…though it is sooner now.
She sees, in the darkness through the moon’s light, a fire ladder to the building she runs beside.
‘Like I could climb ladders…’ she tells herself, passing below the metal’s extension. It wasn’t seconds later when she hears a thud, sounding like metal hitting flesh.
“AAArrggghhh!!!!” Aloud cry…and a very audible thump of a body falling on pavement.
She smiles to herself. ‘I guess I overestimated their hunting techniques.’ She laughs, remembering how men, according to her science advisor, have innate predatory skills.
‘This isn’t too bad…’ she thinks… ‘just keep running, just keep…’
“Aaaaagh!!” She shrieks, having felt athick arms bracing her legs, realizing how a man has just tackled her down. There were more than one person chasing her after all.
She goes up on her knees and hands, and attempts to crawl away before her left foot was pulled towards the man behind her.
She looks back. Eyes wide, she sees the man’s face, bright red under the darkness, cold, but filled with rage… ‘Oh crap…’ she whimpers, wriggling her foot…trying to slip her shoe off; she succeeds, before the man’s right arm clasps her left wrist.
She uses her right foot to kick the man’s face.
‘It’s only a sneaker; it shouldn’t hurt him so much.’ She tells herself, as if feeling remorse for the angry beast trying to kill her.
The man tries to wipe off the dirt that entered his eyes, and the girl takes this moment to prop herself up, one foot shoe-less, trying to start running again.
“Raaaaarrdghg!!!!” A loud cry before she was thoroughly pushed to the ground by a very heavy body. She fell knees first, and her platella felt as though they just exploded,
She tries to use the elbows to ease the fall, but her and the man’s weight served only to make for a more painful slam.
“Crap!!’ She thinks, as she screams in pain. ‘Why can’t anyone hear us?!’ she asks the night, the darkness, and the abandoned industrial structures.
Underneath the man, she tries to edge away, but was stopped by a punch to the back of her head…her nose was pushed into the coarse cement, and she tasted blood, thick, with the hint of mucosal phlegm.
‘Yeah…I have to run more often.’ She reminds herself, remembering how phlegm can congest the lungs because of inactivity, and her screaming became coughing sensations.
She was flipped beneath the man, and she sees his face again, scornful, but with a slight smirk. She laughs, gargling blood in her mouth, before a thick fist finds its way speeding towards the middle of her forehead, and she spits blood into the air trying to scream. The same ball of bones hits her left cheek, the left twin hitting her right cheek, and red darkness kept flying from her mouth…from her nose.
The man sits on her abdomen, successfully squeezing all air out of her diaphragm.
‘Ohh god…my ribs…’ she complains, as if she hears them cracking, and her breathing became rasped, short, and fast. The man settled his left palm on her chest for support, further shortening the girl’s gasps and stifling all possibility to scream any more. Then does the man proceed to beating the girl’s face with his right hand…his sweat falling onto her neck, and his drool swinging along the momentum of his throws…bestial he has become.
‘Am I going to die today…I wonder how long it’ll take before I pass out…I’m hungry…merry-go-round…Mary goes around…no that’s Mary had a little lamb…marry…Mary…Jesus…Christ…I’m going to die…’ her thoughts become incoherent at the heavy blows landing on her head area.
‘I have to run more…if I ran more…I would be faster…they wouldn’t have caught up to me…I wouldn’t be here…getting the shit punched out of me…If I just kept running…just run some more…I always run anyway…from things…I always run away from things…things that I am afraid of…things that…things that I am sorry for…like this one…like this one.’
In between buildings, along an alley, at a steady rush.
‘Ughh,’ she sighs in her mind, ‘This is the fifth… eighth time these people chased me.’ She exaggerates…never having met these men before.
‘I can’t be that bad in shape,’ the girl thinks, questioning her fatigue. ‘They said you won’t get tired running if you’re being chased…’ she tells herself, not understanding why she is slowing down. ‘Lying sacks of…’ Her thought halts as she realizes… the voices were louder…and the hulking masses’ breathings…though ragged…they were not as ragged as hers.
‘Christ…this is crap…men can’t be that much faster than me…I’m sure I’m at least a hundred pounds lighter than them,’ her mind tries to logically understand the inevitable. They will catch up to her…sooner or later…though it is sooner now.
She sees, in the darkness through the moon’s light, a fire ladder to the building she runs beside.
‘Like I could climb ladders…’ she tells herself, passing below the metal’s extension. It wasn’t seconds later when she hears a thud, sounding like metal hitting flesh.
“AAArrggghhh!!!!” Aloud cry…and a very audible thump of a body falling on pavement.
She smiles to herself. ‘I guess I overestimated their hunting techniques.’ She laughs, remembering how men, according to her science advisor, have innate predatory skills.
‘This isn’t too bad…’ she thinks… ‘just keep running, just keep…’
“Aaaaagh!!” She shrieks, having felt athick arms bracing her legs, realizing how a man has just tackled her down. There were more than one person chasing her after all.
She goes up on her knees and hands, and attempts to crawl away before her left foot was pulled towards the man behind her.
She looks back. Eyes wide, she sees the man’s face, bright red under the darkness, cold, but filled with rage… ‘Oh crap…’ she whimpers, wriggling her foot…trying to slip her shoe off; she succeeds, before the man’s right arm clasps her left wrist.
She uses her right foot to kick the man’s face.
‘It’s only a sneaker; it shouldn’t hurt him so much.’ She tells herself, as if feeling remorse for the angry beast trying to kill her.
The man tries to wipe off the dirt that entered his eyes, and the girl takes this moment to prop herself up, one foot shoe-less, trying to start running again.
“Raaaaarrdghg!!!!” A loud cry before she was thoroughly pushed to the ground by a very heavy body. She fell knees first, and her platella felt as though they just exploded,
She tries to use the elbows to ease the fall, but her and the man’s weight served only to make for a more painful slam.
“Crap!!’ She thinks, as she screams in pain. ‘Why can’t anyone hear us?!’ she asks the night, the darkness, and the abandoned industrial structures.
Underneath the man, she tries to edge away, but was stopped by a punch to the back of her head…her nose was pushed into the coarse cement, and she tasted blood, thick, with the hint of mucosal phlegm.
‘Yeah…I have to run more often.’ She reminds herself, remembering how phlegm can congest the lungs because of inactivity, and her screaming became coughing sensations.
She was flipped beneath the man, and she sees his face again, scornful, but with a slight smirk. She laughs, gargling blood in her mouth, before a thick fist finds its way speeding towards the middle of her forehead, and she spits blood into the air trying to scream. The same ball of bones hits her left cheek, the left twin hitting her right cheek, and red darkness kept flying from her mouth…from her nose.
The man sits on her abdomen, successfully squeezing all air out of her diaphragm.
‘Ohh god…my ribs…’ she complains, as if she hears them cracking, and her breathing became rasped, short, and fast. The man settled his left palm on her chest for support, further shortening the girl’s gasps and stifling all possibility to scream any more. Then does the man proceed to beating the girl’s face with his right hand…his sweat falling onto her neck, and his drool swinging along the momentum of his throws…bestial he has become.
‘Am I going to die today…I wonder how long it’ll take before I pass out…I’m hungry…merry-go-round…Mary goes around…no that’s Mary had a little lamb…marry…Mary…Jesus…Christ…I’m going to die…’ her thoughts become incoherent at the heavy blows landing on her head area.
‘I have to run more…if I ran more…I would be faster…they wouldn’t have caught up to me…I wouldn’t be here…getting the shit punched out of me…If I just kept running…just run some more…I always run anyway…from things…I always run away from things…things that I am afraid of…things that…things that I am sorry for…like this one…like this one.’