Short chapter is short...

"Go! Go!" I yelled, shooting a few rounds into its burly arms. The Tank roared, throwing his arms above his head and slamming them down hard. He stood at least two feet higher then me, his entire body rippling with muscles as the bullets merely bounced off.

He threw another car, barely missing Rochelle who was trying to help Nick, who was being pulled by a Jockey. The Tank was only yards away, throwing a fit over us all being to far apart to do real damage. His fists pounded cracks into the slick road.

I could tell Coach had lied. His leg was hurt. His past football injury had been aggravated and he wasn't moving to fast, and I could tell that he was the Tanks target. I froze momentarily, unsure of what to do. The Tank had completely ran (stampeded) by me, Coach trying desperately to get away. Nick and Rochelle couldn't get through the horde that had surrounded them, not daring to take the Tanks kill.

I took a deep breath, holding it in as I looked around desperately. The rain now came down in a thick sheet, but I could still see the breath-stopping scene before me.

"Hey! Come on! Come get me!" I yelled, firing a few bullets into the giants back. He came to a dead halt, swivelling my way. He stood there for a moment, unable to decide which on of us he should take. The injured slower one. Or the smaller, weaker one. I bent down and splashed some water at him, kicking a stone his way.

"Come on!" I yelled again, crouching low, then jumping back up, trying to aggravate him. Which really wasn't that hard.

He looked back and forth once more, deciding that he wanted something more worth the chase. He roared, lifting his arms and beating them down again, running towards me like a giant angry gorilla. I turned and ran, pointing the gun over my shoulder and shooting at him twice.

"Ellis!" I heard both Rochelle and Coach, but all I could do was run. If I stopped it was death. They were too far away to help. And I had no intention of giving him the chance to turn around. My best shot was to make a break for the swamp, the deeper waters. I ducked as a chunk of concrete flew over me, the heavy rain stopped for a second before it fell like a wall again, the concrete smashing a few feet in front of me.

I cursed under my breath as I jumped over it and looked behind me. The Tank was closing in, I could feel the vibrations from his massive arms slamming into the ground. My heart began to pound as my legs felt more and more like they were about to give way.

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I fell to the ground, my sides burning as the cold air barely seeped into my lungs. I was flat on my back, almost completely under the muddy water. The rage-filled roar broke through the tree line nearly as fast as his arms knocking them down.

I rolled over quickly, my side getting some feeling back, and I was sure my left ribs were broken. Although it may of just been my mind telling me to stop.

I had been running for over an hour. My legs were burning nearly as bad as my abused lungs. I stumbled, unable to move quickly in the thickening mud. My gun had long ago become useless, but it was still clutched in my hands, in the hopes that it would some how be of use.

I was fortunate enough to slow him down by running through thicker clumps of trees. The closely compacted objects took him longer to go through. And I was able to slow down just a bit.

I clumsily rolled over a fallen tree, the moss covered trunk sliding me over quicker then I thought. I landed on my hands and knees, wiping water from my eyes. I tried to get back to my feet, but my legs were so exhausted I couldn't make myself do it. I fell back down, panting hard. A sharp stab ran up my side with each staggering breath.

I rolled painfully out of the way as a giant fist came crashing down. A small wave of water washing over my body as I scrambled to get to my feet. I had to force myself. I had to keep going so he wouldn't go back.