The heart of the running boy pounded against his chest, it ached so much but he had to keep going. Hopping and jumping over fallen tree trunks in the pouring rain, he finally found a small rocky alcove and hid in its darkness. Water dripped down the sides of it, creating echoes. With every drop, the boy twitched, he almost had a heart attack when one landed on his nose. More footsteps thundered past and the boy breathed a sigh of relief. They were gone, thank God. Goodness knows what they would have done if they had caught up to him.
After waiting in the darkness, watching his cold breath in the air, the boy stuck his head slightly out of the alcove, in the distance he heard shouting.
"Flynn! Flynn! Come back to the orphanage!"
He recoiled his head back in and shut his eyes. He was never going back to that place, it had taken him almost a year of several tries just to get out. Never again would he be forced to spend the remainder of his days trapped in somewhere that was only a hinderence to his dream. Ever since he was four, the boys dream was to be the richest man alive, to own a huge castle on an island and keep himself to himself. He was now ten years old and ready to start living, he could take care of himself. Couldn't he?
The boy stepped cautiously out of the alcove, almost expecting the people to be waiting for him. Once the coast was clear, he started to walk silently down the path, keeping to the shadows. The rain was still beating down hard and the mud began to turn into a swamp underfoot and the boy, Flynn Rider, was beginning to shake and shiver. He walked further and further into the depths of the forest trying to spot a shady tree or an over hanging rock that might offer him shelter. No such luck. Turning the corner he slipped on the mud and fell flat on his face, the mud entirely enveloping his grey and brown outfit. The satchel he had with him, carrying a piece of bread from the orphanage rolled forward under some hanging vines, Flynn picked himself up and ambled over to where it had rolled, he sweeped back the vines and picked up his satchel sighing when he realised that he got mud on the bread. Throwing it aside he was about to turn back when he caught sight of what was before him. Through the small cave, he could see a huge tower near a waterfall, the building was glorious, it looked like something out of a story book that he had once read to other children, most times he would just read it to himself, it gave him comfort to know that there could possibly be better things out there. His eyes scanned over the top of the tower and he could see a faint glow. Great! Someone was home, they may be able to give him a room for the night, people usually took pity on small homeless boys, especially when it was raining. Rubbing his nose and soaking wet hair he made his way to the small blue door residing to the right of the tall structure, before he could knock however, he suddenly felt a wave of faintness and he fell to the ground.