Kleine

The thrill. That one.. certain.. thrill. The thrill of running, Feeling your blood rush through your purple-blue veins, Feeling your heart pump harder and harder. That thrill was something to make even a person with no physical activity no reason to do so no athletic ability even no limbs, it makes them crave it. On the tips of their tongue, through hellfire and heaven sent, one individual can scream and cry... Just to be able to feel this one Thrill. And there we were, running. Our laughing and panting, our echoed yells and taps on the grey earth from our soles, filled the silent void that can no longer be found now. The air was wet and warm, humid enough to see your own breath. “Keep running, Connor! Keep running!” One of the members yelled. I did. I kept running. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I was the fastest of the squad, and if I told my feet to run they did. I was ahead of the rest, but they still ran fast enough to keep up with my fast strides against the coarse pavement. I smiled in my own pride and ego. At moments like these, I felt invincible. Unstoppable. Soon, we all heard the vehicle growls, galloping across the road and coming up fast. It came closer with each mile. I could feel my heart beat speed up more and more, the sounds beginning to flush my ears and my anxiety poked at my spine. “We’re coming, little boy.” A voice rang out between the thin silence slits in the void. All of us swiped around, seeing the glaring headlights and the megaphone perched in the villains fingers. We had an urge to fight back at this creature with all our might, seeing that he wasn’t the only one that had arrived. The other large vehicles surrounded us, the headlights scoping me and the others out. Right away, we knew it was on. Each individual took out a weapon of their choice and readied it, staring our foes right in the eye. Of course, we were scared. All of us had the harsh pang at our chest as he were put up to fight. But our fear soon turned into bravery as we were prepared to face the enemy. “Come on, Marcellus!” One said, their voice channeling their anger. “We’ve played this game long enough. Don’t you know better from the last time we fought?!” The man stood still and confident. He was stern about his position with us. “The snake always comes back to bite.” He threatened. “And we are here to do more than just bite—we are here to kill.” We shuddered at his words, our throats clenching from lack of easy air. We panicked. What was there to do? I remember it so clearly. I remember feeling hopeless right away, we were nothing against these giants. That thought of seeing our dreadful fate mocked me. Haunted me. But then the heaven appeared. We heard more growls of the horse-hearted vehicles and beeping ringing through our ears. Then the sounds of ticking and tires popping, people falling hard to the ground and frantic yelling. Marcellus’s confident expression soon turned to annoyance and anger. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled down into a frown. “No..” He hissed. “Not them..” And out from the lights, cars screeching out of plain sight, there he was. Boss Eugene. There he stood with his two apprentices, standing tall and stern, his expression reading out that he wasn’t impressed. “Mars.” He croaked. “I will kill you one day.” The two men stare down each other, their eyes locking in with each iris that formed the color of their eyes. It suddenly turned cold, and everyone stood unannounced and unspoken of these men. These frightful men. Pitted against each other in a life long rivalry.