Chapter Seven: Running

  A dark laugh sounded from the corner of my messy, scruffy room. I gasped at the sound, too frightened to be relaxed.

  "Wh-who's there?" I asked quietly, hoping they were nice.

  I decided that they obviously weren't.

  "Look, if you don't come out, I'm going to come to you, and beat you to a bloody pulp. If you do- well, I'll beat you to a bloody pulp, but oh well." I shouted to the darkness.

  No answer.

  Three men with guns and speacial-agent type suits on ran into my room, shouting orders. I frowned,

  "What's wrong? I could kill this guy." I stated with a laugh.

  "He's an oracle; unkillable. He tells the future, but he never dies. And he is extremely annoying!" The man said in a serious voice. I backed away a bit.

  I saw two guards pulling a fidgeting man from the darkness. He looked crazy.

  "Beware! Beware of the men in blue! The police! They'll get to you! You cannot escape without running! You'll di-"

"None of your nonsense." One of the guards muttered.

  I couldn't just ignore the crazy-oracle-type-guy's prediction. I had to do something, and like he said, running was obviously my only option.

 

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