Disclaimer: Ryou and Bakura fangirls would go crazy if I owned Yu-Gi-Oh, so I don't own it.
He was running. The dark shadows were blinding him; the dead silence was driving him deaf. From where or whom he was running he did not know, something in his mind willed him to break out into a run and never stop or slow. He ran with a sort of fear and desperation, as if some sort of evil essence would seize him if he rested.
"You cannot escape me," said the voice from behind.
He picked up speed. His lungs felt like they would explode, but he kept running. His lungs exploding would be a less painful death than his pursuer would give him.
He turned the corner into a dark alley. The shadows reached out to grab hold of his bony ankles, but he was able to evade their grasp.
He stopped dead. In front of him was a large, flat wall that was too tall for him to scale. He stood for a moment, registering his impending doom. His heart was beating in his chest, ticking away the last seconds he would ever have.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around to meet eyes with his pursuer.
There was nothing. He was standing alone, nothing was chasing him. Nothing had been chasing him. He looked and spun around, minutes passed and nothing besides the feint roar of cars was heard. No being was chasing, no being had been chasing him; he was running from himself.
Sorry for the shortness, but I like how it turned out. If you hadn't guessed, the character is Ryou, running from his Yami, Bakura. Also, if you are reading my '333 ways' story, I am very sorry for the wait. I'm just not in a funny mood lately, but I will try my hardest to update sometime this weekend. Thank you all for reading!