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Title: Nowhere in the World
By: insanelxlramblings
Panting, adrenaline running through his veins like mercury. It was so painstakingly real but it felt so impossible. He stopped. Catch a breath, swallow painfully. Frightened eyes looked over the surroundings. A ringing sound echoed in his ears followed by the many loud screams. Why won't they leave him alone? How long until it grows tired of following him and hiding in the shadows?
He ran. Past the red buildings, the brick buildings, the blackened and bleak homes and apartments. He ran through the backyards, trampling over the green and yellowed leaves from the trees of muggle London. Dirty blond hair matted to his head from sweat was a constant reminder of his problem. The feeling of blood slowly trickling down the wound on his inner left thigh told him of the danger he is in.
So he continued running.
No time to scream out for help -no, a Malfoy is never weak-, no time to search for a friend for help -Malfoys only have enemies and subordinates- , and no time to let those crystal tears weep -a Malfoy much less the sole heir to the fortune, is never pathetic enough to cry.
Things he doesn't want to think about, chased for being second best. He is tired. Really tired. Stars he doesn't want to reach, games he doesn't want to play. It was always the same winner every single time. Why bother any more?
The moon will only shine for so long. He didn't have enough time. Or the privilege to stop and think about it. Darkness was his only cover. It was also his weakness. Where to? How to? When? For how long?
All the way, the images of burning homes and the continuous sounds of screams burned into his mind. It hurt to know that it was partly his fault. It hurt. But he knew how much it would actually hurt if they caught up to him.
So he continued running. Run. Running. Ran. He watched himself in his mind, a terrified vision. Face paler than a sheet of dusty white parchment with a sheen of sweat. Lip split and bleeding freely. Eyes, pale pale mercury blue and steel grey eyes... terrified. And he was running to somewhere.
If he only knew where.