Death is inevitable, like the fall of the autumn leaves.
I suppose I knew it was coming, even as I tripped over my own feet in my haste to get away.
My bare feet pounded against the cold concrete, and I knew I could transport us to any other place in the world with a single thought, but my mind was otherwise occupied right now.
The wind pushed my white hair into my eyes, and I brushed the long locks aside with an impatient hand.
I can feel black tendrils creeping at the edges of my mind, and fear accompanies them. I grit my teeth and start shouting in a desperate hope to keep him at bay for as long as possible.
"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name." I shout, and it takes me a moment because I'm panting so hard.
"Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done," I can hear the thudding of his horse's hooves beginning to sound clearer, and my eyes narrow with the typical stubbornness of human kind.
"On earth as it is done in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread," My voice cracks, but I continue.
"And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us." He was getting closer.
"And leave us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." I tripped. Once, twice.
"For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory." Closing in, he was slowly closing in on me. I was being hunted like a predator with its prey finally within its clutches.
"For ever and ever." I coughed, stumbled, drew myself back up again. I was losing. I was losing.
And he caught up to me.
You can only outrun Death for so long before he catches you.