*This my first story period. I haven't posted on FanFiction or anything though I have mulled it over for months now. Please give feedback as that would help greatly with this. And please tell me if you would like for me to continue it or not. THANKS! And enjoy! *
Nobody ever said life was easy. You go through your mundane life hoping for that one little spark that will make your life just slightly easier or... interesting. Once that spark happens, you expect that you will love your life, that you won't regret that you asked for this spark to happen in the first place. That's what you hope. You never expects it to make your life harder than it originally was. Nobody ever does.
I know how living through that life is. I had a mundane life. Nothing exciting ever happened. I never asked for something spontaneous to happen in the first place. I was quite content with my life. I never asked for any of this.... But that never mattered.... Because it happened anyways.
My footsteps crushing leaves and twigs on the ground. I was still hearing the echoing footsteps from behind me. Multiple echoes. I didn't stop running. Why would I? I would be signing my life away. So I kept running. Hoping that my fatigue didn't catch up to me.
"You guys are way too persistent for your own good," I thought.
I had been getting chased for hours now. I was hoping that my pursuers would stop and give up. But after a two year hunt, that was wishful thinking.
I reached an open area too big for me to cross with them being able to find my exact direction in seconds. I had two options, neither of them really being beneficial. Run. That was the obvious choose. Keep running and hope I could lead them off at a path that would split. Or I could stand and fight again. I fought them before when the initial chase started. I wasn’t ready for this and I nearly lost my life because of it.
I was tired of running. I wasn’t going to be able to find a path to lead them off at. I was running in this forest too long for me to know that no such path existed because, they were no paths in this forest to begin with. I just needed a reason to keep running. I never ran from anything before except them. They were the only reason I ever ran from anything. And I hated that with a burning passion.
I heard their footsteps getting louder, their boots digging into the dirt securing their grip to prevent falling. I was stand in such a chilled stance. Like I was running this entire time and ready to rip and of their heads off.
I finally caught glimpse of what looked like a Kevlar vest. I saw their tactical helmet with their night vision goggles in the down position, showing that they needed it in the pitch dark.
“Are you going to finally surrender yourself,” one of the men in the Navy SEALs like outfit asked.
“You’re funny. No. I’ve decided to stop running at just end this,” I answered.
“So you are going to fight? I never would’ve thought I would see you do that.”
“You seem much too surprised to see me fight.”
“No. I was thinking we were either going to catch you quickly enough to where you wouldn’t have time to think. Or you would just get too fatigued. But this is much more interesting.”
“It’s good to know I can supply some kind of entertainment for you.” I said sarcastically as I got into my Ju-jitsu stance.
The man held his hand up in a fist and in two split seconds it morphed to his index and middle finger pointing toward me. And that’s when the first shot was fired, begin the next stint in my life.
"I am Crota......... And I'm coming......."