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My entire body throbbed from pain as I darted down the deserted avenue. All I could think was that I had to get away from them. The “cops” they’re after me, and it’s not because I’m a criminal. I know they’re not real cops just posers, and I don’t really care. I just need to get away, and fast. You might want to know why they’re after me. And I’d happily tell you if I knew myself, and I wasn’t perhaps running for my life once again. You know you’re not running fast enough, when they start shooting at you and a bullet almost hits your leg. Two guys, big guns, and a lot of guts to fire at me, ‘cause I can tell you one thing: When I get it together they are as good as dead. I guess I’m not that lucky, because one of their bullets nicked my leg, taking a chunk of skin and dirt ridden jeans with it. Desperation can cause you to do some pretty crazy things like launch yourself off the roof of a building. And I was very desperate.
Falling is a peculiar feeling, almost like you are not actually conscious when it’s happening. It feels almost like a dream- until you hit the ground. Trust me I’ve “fallen” enough times to prove for sure that the fall never hurt anyone, it was the impact. Luckily all this experience has taught me how to land. The ground came up fast sending a shock through my entire body, not the greatest feeling. Anyways, my pursuers couldn’t figure out where I went.
I figure now would be a great time to introduce myself, because, hey: I’m not running from psycho-maniacs, and the government isn’t trying to get me back. The name’s Kar, and if I’d have to guess, I’m about thirteen. You probably want to know why these people are after me. Yeah, so do I, cue me in when you figure it out. But I do know why the government is after me. I never knew my parents, and I don’t freaking want to. As early as I can remember I’ve been on the run from someone. There’s always been some lunatic out to get me, and what the heck have I ever done wrong? The official answer: nothing (that I’ve know about). Don’t feel bad for me- I’m not some helpless priss. I must be lucky because no one has got me, yet, and gosh, I hope the next guy is stupider than the first one because it was a close call.
Watching your back for every moment of every day is not the ideal lifestyle. You wake up in the morning hoping there isn’t somebody there with a gun to your head. You can try as hard as you want to hide but they always find you, it’s only a matter of timer. So while you’re at home in your little comfy bed, I’m being chased by psycho-maniacs. It’s made me tough though, not afraid of anything. You might think that’s impossible, but people who say that haven’t been on the run for some seven years. And I’m definitely not afraid of the law, so what, throw me in prison; at least they have three meals a day.
Let’s just say that life has not been easy. It got a heck of a lot worse when the next bunch came along, with big guns. Sounds like a great mix, idiots with lethal weapons, right? I dashed off into the surrounding forest only to hear the crunching of branches and leaves paces behind me. And that’s when I tripped on one stupid stubborn tree root. The men came up behind me restraining my strong arms behind my back pressed against my grimy t-shirt. He had to be the ugliest man I had ever seen. He had a five inch long scar running diagonally down his face, patches of his short hair were missing, and there were burn marks scattered randomly across his body. The one thing that stood out among all the other weird things on this particular moron (I hoped) were his bulging muscles, not that all these observations lasted long, because just then he clutched my neck and pinned me against the nearest tree. It freaking hurt, and I gasped for air. “We have specific orders from the boss not to kill you, but he wouldn’t know if you had an…. Unfortunate accident.” The scarred man began. “Yeah you tell her man, an accident!” his posse jeered, until Ole Scarry threatened “All of you could have ‘accidents’” He scraped my back against the tree bark, which cut through my flimsy shirt, I could feel the blood running down my back but I was not going to give the… creature the satisfaction of hearing me scream. Therefore I bore the pain and bit my lip, for I was on the verge of shouting out insults and curse words, but I was smarter than that. Yet, as soon as I could regroup these guys had it coming and the best part is they’d never know what hit them! They thought of me as nothing more than a weakling who ‘the boss’ sent them out to terrorize. It wasn’t working that well. “As I was saying,” he continued, “When I let go of your neck, you will run back to wherever scum like you live, and not breathe a word of our appearance.” I nodded apprehensively, as if I were petrified, for I was beginning to run out of air. “Consider this a warning from the boss. Don’t step out of line, we have con