Runnin'...
"Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am dying to live if I'm just living to die?" – Tupac
Johnny was enraged. This was impossible.
"I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead?" He whispered as he watched the people pass him. He sat on a bench, watching people pass him on the sidewalk. Walking by towards their bleak, meaningless lives.
"They won't." Someone said. It wasn't a voice in his head. It was coming from somewhere. Somewhere distant. Almost melodic. It was luring him, almost. And as much as he tried to resist, he realized it was futile. Why not take a chance? Why not follow it?
"It could lead me to my grave. That's why not." He said out loud, not caring at this point who heard or saw him talking to himself. As if he ever had before. But still. Standing on the bench, he listened.
He leapt up, and grabbed the street lamp above his head, and pulled himself up with great agility.
"Where are you?" he asked quietly.
"And I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead..."
He jumped to the rooftop of the nearest, shortest building, and followed, leaping from roof top to roof top, using various flagpoles and tents to his advantage.
He stopped, and listened again. The area he found himself in looked vaguely familiar. He knew the area.
Devi's house was nearby.
"...If I'm just living to fight..."
"If I'm just living to fight..." he repeated, noticing that he passed Devi's place. It was beyond Devi, then. It probably had nothing to do with her. So he continued...
TBC because I have to take a shower...Hehe.