Long have been running for who knows how long, he was been chased and he couldn't take it anymore. he was exhausted tired and scared. he ran through alleys upon alley trying to get rid of his pursuers but to no avail. he thought to himself "is this the end? if I had know I would rather not have gone there" he screamed out loudly "I didn't see anything, I promise I did not see anything" yet to no avail. his pursuers were keen on silencing him. all that ran in longs head at this moment was regret. wishing for the ability to have a do over. he was young man in the prime of youth. you couldn't call him built and fit but he sure was fast. even with that he couldn't get away. all that flowed through is mind was regret. he regretted ever going there
he regretted not closing the door to his room before leaving. he regretted not hiding the special folder on his personal computer before leaving the house. he had a lot of regrets. the more he ran the more exhausted he got. the closer his pursuers gets. he was frustrated and annoyed. stressed and filled with regret. fear clouded his mind. he was experiencing a myriad of emotions. yet he still could run. from a certain perspective you could say he got a special talent for running. but that would not save him now. his pursuers were elites of a cult. he had coincidental stumble onto an operation of their while chasing after a damn annoying dog. he cursed that dog. "if that stupid dog haven't annoyed him why would he be in such a situation" he was been chased by 5 well built men. in the prime of their age. they seem to be enjoying the hunt. and left behind their weapons. demented fellow. that was all he could think of. they laughed and taunted him from behind shouting "run faster boy. is this the best you can do, if we catch you we going to skin you alive and boil your innards to make soup for dogs". he kept running hoping to meet someone, hoping to get somewhere busy. but tonight was so silent, it felt as if it was just him and the pursuers left in the world. losing all hope on rescue long decided to take matter into his hands. he has been pushed to the wall, tormented. on his way he picked up a metal bar laying at corner,made a sharp bend ,his behind the wall and swung as hard as he could all that went through his mind "please hit", as luck will have it. one of the pursuers ran straight into the metal bar was hit straight to the face. deforming his nose, the man with a golden buzz cut and earing on his nose screamed and got incensed. he tried to grab the metal bar but long wouldnt give me such and opportunity. he launched another attack when the golden buzz cut man was disoriented aiming to knock out the man. putting all his strength and weight into this one attack, sad his pursuers would not just sit and allow him attack them. before the attack landed he was tackled down by another of the pursuers, this man had a martial artist build and with no hair on this head. he looked like those a monk incorporated into the modern society because he was wearing a ripped Jean and a simple sleeveless jacket. after been tackled to the ground long knew he was done. he screamed for help but it was as if the world had forsaken him. he was held down. he tried struggling but that only made things worse. was surrounded by all 5 men. the golden buzz cut man was shouting and stumping angrily making threats after threats. few times he would launch a few mid section kicks and punches. long literally have puked all he ate that day and even more. all that was going through his mind was regret,weakness,tiredness and some random thoughts "is this not the part where I get some kind of power" "maybe when i die I will be reincarnated gona fantasy world" even as such dire moment he still remained long with a myriad of emotion but a very imaginative mind. the pursuers finally got bored beating and torturing him, so they decided to end this, the burly buzz cut man took up the metal bar, aimed for longs head and hit. between the time it took to swing and before long got hit. it felt like an eternity. even though it was less than a second. at that very moment. he wanted a do over. he wanted to live. he had no flash backs. no memory to cherish. "I guess I will be leaving this world" as the bar was about to hit.