The Stalker

The Rush

Feeling alive, I take no chances on falling back. I feel the urge to pounce on anything or anyone in the nearby area. As soon as they take a breath to recover, I gain speed. Life is a pure blur at this moment in time. Every cell in my body focused on this one person. They don't bother taking a look back. Which became a major disadvantage. As I had no clue who I was chasing, or honestly no reason to chase them. It just felt like it was necessary to accomplish something major. It felt like the person I was chasing would have an influence in my later life. But I don't feel like it would benefit me...

After chasing the male figure down a few long hallways he finally gave up. As soon as I came into a close distance, I wanted to pounce. I had one thing in mind, " Tackle... Tackle... Tackle!!!!". I jumped into the air and landed onto the man. Forcing most of my body weight down on him, wrapping my arms around him in a way that I was the one in control. I thrust their body to a position that their face is looking up at me. I am sitting on their waist. Heavy breaths flood the hallway as I stare into the mans brown eyes. "Who are you...?" I say, confidence flooding my vocal cords. He grins and stares at me, and slowly speaks, "Well, I am your worst dream and your best Nightmare..." His Grin widens, not answering the question properly. "Answer me! And Right this time!" I clench my fist, not wanting to play games anymore...