Lane barged back to his apartment through the balcony, panting heavily. He blazed through the whole distance in mere seconds, running at a speed much greater than he thought himself capable of. He rushed to the living room, and threw himself straight on the couch.
"What… the… hell…" he muttered, gasping for breath.
Why was he even gasping? He went fast, of course, but it still shouldn't be enough to leave him so breathless.
Yes, it was not the speed, but rather…
"Argh!"
Lane dug his fingers in his hair, rolling around.
How did it come to this? All those years of switching identities, and nobody suspected anything, and now, all of a sudden…
It seems he messed up with someone he shouldn't have.
'No,' Lane paused, taking a deep breath. 'It's all over now. He won't catch me again.'
