'Run just keep on going! Keep on running!' I thought to myself. I kept on running. I could hear myself panting. My chest felt as if it were on fire. My lungs gasped for air. Wheezing. Panting. Warm sweat drops fell down my face. I ran. My feet continued to hit the ground. Harder and harder. You could hear the bottom of my tattered shoe making a thump as it hit the chard concrete below me. I had to keep running. I know it's pointless. I know he will find me. I keep on running. I know that as soon as I stop running I will collapse. Then he will find me, and it will all be over.
-A bit earlier-
"Sebastian where are we going?" I questioned. My revenge was complete, so Sebastian may as well take my soul now for all it's worth.
Sebastian replied after a few seconds "Bouchan that does not matter. In the end that is quite insignificant. I will simply inform you it is an island that is uninhabited and in ruin."
"Okay" I said looking into the water. I eyed the cinematic record like images of my life in the water. I watched silently. All of the memories, good and bad. Looking back upon the good memories I realized what I still had to live for. How would Lizzy feel when she finds I am dead? I would be bringing endless pain upon her again! She won't be able to take it. It will be the second time she will think I am dead! But this time, I actually will be dead. Gone, forever. I was now having second thoughts on this. I wasn't sure it was worth it. Selling my soul to this bloody demon. For what? Revenge! Stupid, silly, childish revenge! If I die like this, just giving in without a fight, then... Well that's not like me. But at the same time, running from something like this isn't like me either. I don't know what to do, and I only have a bit to decide. I looked out of the other side of the boat. I saw the island poking out from under the thick, moist fog. As we approached the island Sebastian turned to me. Then spoke, with that sick, filthy, deceiving smile of his. "Are you ready Bouchan?" Sebastian smirked.