XP: Heyo! A one-shot story for Spencer.
Our gentle giant needs more love!
Hope you guys like it :)
Story: Run.
***Start***
Floor pounding hard on the pavement, nowhere to go, nowhere to run.
The feet that landed painfully, sending jolts of pain.
Running sharply at corners that led to nowhere.
The feeling of not knowing what was going to happen next.
The quick ragged breaths that mingled into the cold night air.
The smell of desperation in the air.
The promise of that trapped cage that slowly caught up to him, as his short feet tried hard to run further, stretch longer.
The thudding of feet behind him that spelt his doom.
The throbbing pain on the bottom of his feet, scrapped and dirty as they were bare.
Chasing on streets only illuminated by the moonlight of the full moon.
The hollers of the men in Russian.
The pulling movements of the ragged cloths around his body as he ran.
The piercing cold wind that swept against him, as though trying to slow him down.
The sinking feeling as he stared up at the dead end.
His anxious hands that pulled at the little holes and grips he found to support himself as he hoisted his tall and skinny form up.
The large explosion of sound as the gunshot sang in the air.
His scream that erupted into the sky as a searing pain hit his leg.
The pure willpower he used to jump down the wall and continue to awkwardly limp and run sideways.
The pain and dread when he felt himself trip and fall.
His pained gasps and wheezes as the loud footsteps came over.
The men's harsh, mocking laughter as they dragged him up.
His weak, helpless attempts at flailing around that failed.
Their merciless kicks at his wounded leg with steel-tipped boots that caused his voice to shout out raw and hoarse.
Their jeers at his unsuccessful attempt at escaping.
Their harsh lesson for his utter foolishness to think he could outrun them.
The tears that sprung to his eyes as he clung at his broken and damaged leg.
His legs that would never be able to run again.
"Spencer! Hurry up!" Ian shouted from the distance impatiently, running ahead.
Spencer walked at a hurried and awkward pace that people associated with his large and bulky form. His large and bulky form was a result of experiments and training. He walked as fast as he could with stress, not wanting to be a burden. He found Tala stopping and waiting for him though, as Ian and Bryan hurried on ahead.
"I'll wait for you, Spencer," Tala called out, closing his eyes and folding his arms.
Spencer made his way as fast as he could to Tala, and smiled.
"Thanks for waiting Tala," Spencer said gratefully.
"I'll always wait, I'm your team captain," Tala grinned, and jerked at thumb backwards to point at the other two. "And they'd always wait too."
It was true, Ian and Bryan were waiting at the airport entrance, even though their faces showed impatience.
He'd never need to escape, never need to run again.
***End***
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