I spin on my heels and turn to find the man who was watching me on the bus. I look at his face. He looks confused and puzzled. I don't stay to find out why. Immediately I turn towards the nearest alley and run.
Savannah, despite being beautiful, is perfectly graphical. The main downtown is a perfect grid of squares and rectangles. This makes it easy to navigate, but hiding spots basically don't exist. I tear through the town, pushing people and dodging cars. The old man keeps up somehow. He has a way of running where his steps are heavy and solid.
I don't bother watching long, and take several jagged turns. I make it to a road on the outskirts of downtown, and find a man hole. It takes all my strength, but I take the cover off and climb down, quickly scrambling down and replacing the cover. I think I'm safe, but the cover is ripped off and a man jumps down. I don't wait to see his face. I know who he is.
I raced down the sewer tunnels, avoiding the sewage. After maybe three minutes, I'm blocked by a grate and out of breath. The man turns the corner, blocking my only escape.
"Look, I just want to talk," the man says.
"Go away." I state firmly.
"Look kid. I came a long way to find you. I just want to…."
"Go away!" I yell as loud as I can.
Then something strange happens. Without any thing happening, a surge of water comes flooding down the sewers and passes me, flying toward the man. Instead of running or covering himself, he slams his foot into the ground. The concrete surges up and forms a shield in front of the man. The wave smashes into it and returns to the calm steady stream.
My puzzled expression as to what happened consumes my anger and fear. Suddenly, a rock comes flying at me and hit me square in the fore head.
Then I hit the floor and pass out.