My lungs are burning and my legs are screaming in protest. Rivulets of sweat are rolling down my skin, my drenched bangs clinging to my forehead and getting in my eyes. But despite the fact that I am beyond exhausted, I urge myself to run faster. My legs feel like jelly, making me fear that they might just give in under me any second. My breath is coming in short, rapid pants, as my lungs try to provide my body with as much oxygen as I require at the moment.
I take a sharp turn to the right, immediately turning into the small left side street, a few more feet and I turn right once again. I follow this zigzagging pattern in an attempt to throw my pursuers of my trail.
At least everybody else is safe. I think as I take yet another right. I seem to have ended up in a dark, narrow alleyway of sorts. The stench of garbage dumped in the bins in here makes my head spin, making my eyes water. I stagger back a few steps till my back collides with the alley wall. Still panting, I collapse on the grimy floor, not caring about the rotting matter all around me.
As my own breathing slows down, I finally notice the lack of sounds. Especially the ones made by multiple feet hitting the concrete floor as people ran.
I managed to lose them. I let out a relieved sigh between my sharp intakes of air, letting the back of my head collide with the wall. I close my eyes, trying not to think anything as I try to regain my breath.
Memories of the past few days rush into my head, making me feel the very well-known emotions of sadness, guilt and anger. But now, along with all these familiar feelings is a feeling that I had not felt in so long. It's something I thought I had long forgotten. Determination…
They will pay. The single phrase that had been echoing in my head ever since that day is once more making its presence known in my mind.
"Find him!"
My eyes snap open at that yell.
They were back.
I inhale deeply, once, as I pick myself off the floor. My breathing had almost returned to normal by now.
"If it's a fight they want," I mumble as I widen the gap between my legs, bringing the palms of my hands together at the same time. "It's a fight they'll get." I narrow my eyes in hatred as the tingling sensation of the summoning magic strengthens in my palms.
A bright blue light emanates from them as I bring them apart, the cold, smooth blade of a sword appearing with it.
A/N: Hi everyone. At the request of a reader, I have decided to turn this one-shot into a multi chaptered fic.
Yes, I have started yet another story without finishing any of my other projects. Curse you plot bunnies!!
*shot*
Ahem. Well, anyhow, although a plot is developing in my head for his thing, I am still not going to update it till I get at least three reviews. Oh yeah. I have finally sunk to that level.
I'm sorry guys but you people leave me no choice whatsoever. I need Reviews Damnit! Is that too much to ask? Come on people, it doesn't take that long you know.
Btw, although this POV seems to fit all three male members of the TRC group, it is actually written for only one of them. *Smacks self on the head.* (duh!)
Anyhow, the next chapter will be dedicated to all those who can guess the identity of the narrator correctly.
Hint: Things are not always what they appear to be. ;)
Oh and before I forget, this was just an intro sort of thing for the fic. The next chapters if you people meet my demands will be much much longer.
-Nims.
