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A brisk wind struck the boy's face as he frantically ran down the path he had once walked down at leisure. Sweat dripping from his brow and a chill running up his spine drove him even faster towards the unknown. His heart raced as if it wanted to get somewhere that only the blood coursing through his veins knew how to get to. This road would be the only road he needed as it's worn down concrete, potholes and cracks held the key to a better life. If he could just run a bit faster, it may be just fast enough to outrun what was chasing him and find a way to get away from the thing that had haunted him most. 

How he had gotten into this situation could only be described as bad luck and a few wrong turns in life. The wind was a brisk reminder how far he had strayed from what he had initally set out to do. As the moonlight gave guidance and vision to his frantic escape from the monster that was chasing him he could hardly do anything besides sprint as fast as his legs would take him and slow at brief intervals to pant and gasp for air. 

Fear is a terrible thing. Something he had never had to face so directly in his life. The fear of death couldn't compare to the boy's fear of not accomplishing his dream. The dream that had driven him to wake up each day and continue to struggle and overcome life's many obstacles. The dream that blinded him from the present moment and demanded every single ounce of energy in dedication of it's pursuit. 

Although still just a boy people had already begun mistaking him for a young man. Even though he was only 14 years old, he was much larger than the other boys in his year group. He was very lean and had even been described as lanky. 

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All the time spent playing sport was paying off at this very moment as he ran from that which he feared most. 

After several hours of running he had become exhausted but he knew he had to keep going. If he stopped now all would be lost. The sounds of the night cried out to him, the deafening orchestra of grasshoppers set against the occasional sound of a twig, leaves or a tree branch cracking under his foot. He had come a long way but his journey into the unknown had just begun. The monster chasing him would continue to chase him without rest completely intent on the absolute and total destruction of this boy. 

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There was no point in denying it. This situation had become life or death and to the boy, death was not an option. 

To be continued.... 

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