"Huff... Huff..."
[Damn it! Why's this kid so fast?!]
The third of the intruders chased Mikha'El through the narrow streets of the slums, but the boy was too swift, taking sharp turns like a stray cat.
"Help! Somebody please help!"
"They're gonna kill my Mom! Help!!"
Mikha'El screamed until his throat burned, but crickets and howling dogs were all that the night would spare as a response.
"Stop running!"
The man grew weary of chasing the boy, the gap between them simply refusing to shorten.
[Why is no one is coming to help?]
[I'm getting tired...]
"Pant... Pant..."
Mikha'El understood that his tiny lungs would never supply him with enough endurance to match an adult's.
It was inevitable that he would soon get caught.
[The forest... I have to run to the forest!]
He mused and...
Ta! Ta! Ta!
