Running. Ha. More like hiding from everything. Time for that to change.
As I stand in the battle line, I close my eyes and steadied my heart.
"ATTACK!" The screech echoed and I felt my self charge forward. Then, cold clarity rushes in and my sight sharpens. I dodge, whirl, duck. I claw, scrape and lash out. I defend those who can't, I attack for my slaughtered family. I leap and land wrong. A gray Tom looms over me, his eyes narrowed in hatred.
"You killed my little girl," he hisses, pinning me. I relax, knowing what is coming. It will finally be over.
"Kill me." I say, turning my head so as much of neck could be seen. "Kill me now," I beg, desperation making my throat tight with anger and sorrow. His hesitates before scoring his claws down my neck, again and again. I feel no pain, only relief, for I fly to the next world and sorrow, for leaving my friends. I see a black rim around my vision and thankfully pass out, my lifeblood slowly draining onto the Sandy soil.
No more running. No more acting like a coward.
I am free.