A/N: Originally written whilst listening to Bon Jovi 'It's My Life'
Alex felt his feet pounding the pavement, breath sawing through his throat, and he realised …
This is what he loved; the adrenaline pumping through his veins, giving his feet wings, a gleam in his eye and a grin on his face. He let out a laugh of pure joy as he rounded the corner, leaving his pursuers far behind.
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In the cold light of day, now that the adrenaline had left him, Alex could examine his feelings and conclude that it wasn't the danger, it wasn't the despair he felt when he was on his own, with no hope to sustain him. It was the thrill of the chase, the fierce pride that accompanied a triumph over those who believed him worthless, the feeling he got when he looked into the face of an average person on the street and realised that, without him, that person may not be there. With the number of times he had saved various continents, he felt fully justified in being able to say that.
Every time a parent bought their child an ice-cream. Every time he saw a group of friends just enjoying their companionship whilst hanging out in the park. Every time a beam of sunlight warmed his skin or a chill breeze brought a flush to his cheeks. Every time he exulted in the knowledge that he was still alive. And he knew he wouldn't be able to give this up, it was too addictive.
The fight for Life was addictive.
A/N: All thoughts/comments appreciated
