Disclaimer: If a magician can pull a rabbit out of a top hat, you think he could pull a turtle out of a fedora? …nope! :(
TimidBookworm: Don't mind her - she just really likes her fedora.
Hey! Stay out of my disclaimers! You have your place in the author's notes! That should be enough!
The wind roars past, the rooftops are a blur, his breath comes out in ragged gasps. Sweat pores off of him as he tries to go faster, FASTER!
But it doesn't matter, because no matter how much he runs it will be out of his reach, always just a little farther than his fingers can grasp.
He trips, almost falling into that terrible abyss and if he let himself he knew he might -no, he knows he wouldn't, couldn't, climb back up those rugged buildings again. The fall would crush the air out of his lungs and his bones would be smashed on the cold hard ground. There he would be lost and forgotten.
He stumbles forward a couple of slippery steps. Blood falls from his scrapped palms, stinging painfully. He can't find the reason he's running, he's lost it.
He leans forward as the weight of what he has let happen hits him hard, the abyss seems to open giant jaws ready to swallow him whole.
A voice calls out to him, like two hands grabbing his shoulders to pull him back.
"Don't let go, we need you!" The voice whispers urgently. Again it comes, "We need you bro."
The eldest son looks in front of him and in the distance sees the small outline of his family. And so, he starts his journey again.
A/N: I seem to be really, really mean to the guys. 1st nightmares and now people almost falling off of buildings! WHERE DID I GO WRONG? OR…right? I don't know…I need an invisible cookie…
TBW: *gently pats her shoulder* There, there. You've done just fine – I like it!