The heavy rain pours down as lightning flickers across the sky, branching out and burning everything in its path as I do the same, relentless in my search. I can hear the steady stampeding of feet as they continue what I can't bear to carry on with, their timing as perfect as the uniforms that justify their repulsive actions. Doors are kicked in with boots that have treaded through countless pools of an innocent's blood caused only by the guns they wield with sickening pride, eyes scanning the empty darkness they've grown accustomed to in the hours that they've been beckoning you out through the call of my name. They are their own cruel forms of Medusa, those merciless, piercing eyes the last image their victims see as they beg for their lives. The thunder crashing against the roof is nothing compared to one thousand hardhearted men ready for the fight that will no doubt ensue upon the end of a thrilling chase, gruesome smiles meeting the horrified masks that will never be lifted.
I will never be one of them. I will never cut myself off from the rest of humanity until I know you're safe in my arms; I will never bow to a higher power, give myself over to a fate far worse than death until I know that you are mine, although you can't be... although I'm sure you are. They're getting closer, steadily climbing towards the realisation that their consistent marching will soon cease. The lack of indication that their search has been fruitless evokes a stutter in my step; I stumble through the last door just as the ringing in my ears connects with the picture of Lieutenant's gun firing a single bullet.
They found you.