Title: And he will burn the world
He had been running, leaping over fences and onto rooftops in an effort to shake his pursuers. It hadn't worked, of course, he had known it wouldn't work. His pursuers were too well trained to fall for such tricks and too many in number for him to fight and kill.
He knew it was not long before he died, but he was damn well not going to make it easy on the little shits.
It was inevitable that he came to a dead end, a chasm too far reaching for him to have any hope in jumping. He briefly considered simply dropping to the ground below but one look at how so dizzyingly far below the ground was quickly dissuaded him from this idea.
The sounds of pursuit drew closer and someone fired a gun, narrowly missing hitting him. He thought about taking his gun out and ending the wannabe snipers life, he could find a hidden shooter just by tracing the trajectory of a bullet, but he ended that line of thought. He only had seven bullets left and he wasn't about to waste them on a sniper that couldn't shoot straight.
Jump. An icy thought trickled into his mind, jump and live.
Fuck off, he thought.
Another shot was fired, the bullet grazed his arm. It wouldn't be long now.
Jump, came the thought, jump and live.
If I jump, I die.
Jump.
Oh fuck this, either way I die.
He jumped. The wind rushed past him, the ground neared and...
He landed on soft springy grass, where he was sure he should have landed on stone, with a dull thud, slightly winded but otherwise none the worse for a seemingly dead man.
The fuck? He thought when he looked up to a canopy instead of the shanty town he had just fallen out of.
What the hell?
Aaron Cross was sure that he had been nowhere near a forest. So what had happened? And more importantly where was he?
TBC