Running, a x-men: evolution fanfic

Title: Running

Genre: Poetry/Angst

Rating: PG

POV: Hn. Angsty poem about one of the X-Men's nightmares…try to guess which one is actually dreaming this and you could win a prize!

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Running.

Faster.

Harder.

I can barely breathe.

But I keep running.

I chance a glance.

They're getting closer, every minute, every second.

They're close behind me.

Their dark shapes loom dangerously close.

Their blood red eyes full of rage and energy to kill.

And I am tiring.

I am losing energy.

Yet, fear drives me on.

It pushes me harder than I ever thought possible.

And I keep running.

I cannot let them catch me.

Yet, they are getting closer.

The wind beating hard at my face.

I can barely see.

My feet are pounding hard on the ground.

I know they throb, but I barely notice.

My heart is racing.

I feel it pounding, fear in every beat.

They cannot catch me.

They will not catch me.

I will not let them.

Yet, they get closer.

I keep running...