Alex panted, air sawing in and out of his lungs. He had to keep running, a few more feet and he'd be in the home stretch. "Hey! Get back here!" shouted one of the men who was chasing him, they were fast, but Alex was faster.
He could feel his animalistic blood start to take over when he went down the wrong alley and his instincts flared when he saw the group of older boys standing there, as if they were waiting there just for him. And they might have been, god knows how many times that's happened to him, his sisters and any other Half Breed.
Now his pupils were narrowed in his navy blue orbs and he ran across the empty street, hearing the guy's foot falls behind him. His ears could pick up almost anything if he wanted them too, but he couldn't hear his own footfalls, he was just too quiet.
Once he could feel the hard grass of Central Park under his shoes he quit trying o run with them on and simply ran out of them getting even more speed. The cat dared a glance back only to smirk seeing they had stopped to catch their breath.
And he kept running, he didn't need to stop as soon as the humans did, he had practice with running and he practiced it daily of his own will. Every day he tried to get his speed just a little fast and his endurance time just a little longer.
The cat stopped when he reached the other side of the park and sighed, depression already seeping back. His eyes went back to normal after the adrenaline died down and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
Alex looked up at the starless sky, eyes empty. '…I wish I could see stars…' he thought to himself. He sighed again and headed in the direction of his house.
By the time he got back it was already 2 so he climbed up the tree in front of the window and let himself in so he wouldn't wake anyone up. He went over to his bed curled up on the dark blue sheets and fell asleep, dreams empty.
Little did he know his parents were awake, with a demon, making a deal.
When Alex woke up the next morning he found himself on his dresser and laughed silently to himself getting off, whenever slept in his bed he always ended up somewhere else, along with sleep talking. His body was so used to sleeping in a tree that he found it odd being in a bed for more than 20 minutes.
He got off and got changed, stretched for awhile and headed down stairs thinking of what he was going to do today, then remembered, he had school.