The flashback with Ree and him when they were walking down to their positions kept repeating in Chas's mind. He wanted it out, but he knew her damn words would stick with him the entire day.

"If you are chased Chas, you know what to do." Ree told him gravely. Chas did know what to do, but a small nagging thought kept forming in his mind. He felt silly for thinking it, but for some reason he couldn't get the thought out of his mind. His stomach churned as he began to tell Ree.

"Ree, I haven't ran in-"

"Your power will stay with you Chas, no matter how months you went without using it,"

Chas stared at her shocked. How did she know that that was he was thinking?

"I have been thinking the same thing," she looked off at the dome, and back at him, "but I realized that it is impossible. We were built to have these powers until death, even if we don't use them often,"

Horrified, Chas felt his heart drop. He loved his power! How could he feel disappointment about loosing it? But then again... the nonstop moving, the constant hiding, the scrounging for food... if he were a regular human, he wouldn't have to be doing any of that, or what he was about to do in a few minutes.

"I-"

"Think of the chase as a race, Chas. You loved those. Even in the camp when the soldiers would place bets on when you raced with other experiments, like you were some kind of animal, you enjoyed it. I could see it in your face. But Chas, those soldiers didn't kill you if you lost. What you are about to do is like a race not worth losing. You will run as fast as you can, for the prize is your life. If you loose, the penalty is death,"

His palms felt sweaty, and he suddenly felt fear grasp his heart. He couldn't do this. No, no he couldn't.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!

As soon a Chas heard the third chirp, all the traces of fear left him, and cloud of dirt formed behind him as he shot literally as fast a a bullet toward the unsuspecting soldiers.

Chas was someone else when he was running. It always felt like the world was slowing, and he was the only thing moving. He loved that feeling, whatever it was.

The blurs of the few soldiers that guarded the car that Ree was after came into his vision like slow moving blobs of colors. He thrust his arms forward, and the burn of friction scrapped against his upper arms as the guns slid one by one into his arms.

He didn't stop there.

At full speed, he u-turned in the direction of Ree. Smoke and dirt flew in the back of him, he forced the physics that brought him forward to obey him. He gained his footing and dropped a gun by Ree's feet.

He kept running, knowing stopping would be suicidal. His heart raced as he pumped his legs towards the cliff side, where Ree told him to destroy the guns before he could be seen.

Suddenly, at the corner of his eye, something flashed into his blurred vision, and then left. Chas knew what it was immediately.
A bullet.
If it was possible, his heart rate went even higher. Fear came back again, however he didn't stop, but he did look back.
A few feet behind him, a soldier dressed in navy blue that contrasted with the green of his comrades was gaining his footing as fast as Chas was. He had slick black hair tucked under a blue hat, and eyes hidden from what looked like a black pair of safety goggles. And in the blue soldier's hands was a machine gun.

Chas nearly threw up when he saw how fast the other runner was catching up. He looked forward, suddenly remembering Ree's words.

"What you are about to do is like a race not worth losing. You will run as fast as you can, for the prize is your life. If you loose, the penalty is death,"

The sound of the blue soldier advancing and at Chas to stop made Chas grin. This guy thought he was fast. He swerved into the forest.
Well, they would have to see who was the faster runner in the end. For if either of them won, the prize is life. And if either of them lost, the penalty is death.