Zeke wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhausted. His long legs broke from beneath him and collapsed onto the nearest stairs.
He crawled underneath it and hid there. His breath came in small spurts and hot.
'Oh God, I must have looked pathetic right now,' He ruffled his hair, it was dripping with his sweats. Even his uniform felt tight and uncomfortable with the clothes clinging onto his skin.
Mika had really good stamina. Even though he was faster, Mika was more persistent. The only way he could escape Mika was to drop that bag of sweets.
Damn! He should have just done that instead of running!
Mika had immediately stopped and shoved those sweets down his throat, gobbling them down as he had starved for years.
He slid down the wall and leaned against it. Shrugging off the uniform suit, he unbuttoned a few buttons from his shirt and started fanning himself. Taking a few deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down.
