Scrambling away from the hand chasing me I make a dash for it, barely escaping a metal bat aimed for my head.
"stupid! How stupid am I, thinking I could take them on my own"
I screamed at myself in my head, sweat coated my body, ugh. Suddenly I felt a brush of air near my leg, narrowly missing me. Shit.
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After a while of weaving in between buildings and crowds I am almost sure I have lost them. Glancing back as I was running trough a dirt street, dust flying around me, the houses lining this street are very run down.
"Shit" I whispers, their still after me.
Suddenly I hit something. This something is a boy, he looks around 12, maybe 13. Only 2 or 3 yrs younger then me.. Shit, he's blacked out on the ground! it don't know what to do! should I take him? Yeah, he might be part of something big and I REALLY don't need more ppl after me, that is if he accepts my apology… I slip my hands under him and heave the boy from the dirt onto my shoulder, wasting no time, I began running again. dashing trough many more streets with the boy hanging over my shoulder.
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Heaving my breath I stop at a run down borded house, it looks abandoned, perfect. Half dropping the boy I put him down. I'm sure we're safe now I say to the unconscious boy. Bending down over him, I shake the boy
"Oi, wake up!"
To be continued (Backstory 4/4)