he doesn’t know how long he had been running, his legs sore and the headache getting worse, there’s a pulsing pain in the back of his head. heart beating like he was about to get a heart attack, adrenaline still in his veins, throat dry and burning, lungs on fire; finally managing to stop running, having no idea where he had ran off to. looking around as he figured he was somewhere all alone, no people around, hiding behind a wall, sliding down it before then leaning forward, hands hiding his face. ❛ you stupid fuck.. ❜ he manages to say under his breath and then the waterworks happened, staining his cheeks; pure fear hitting him, knowing what he had gotten into.
staying like that who knows for how long, breathing normal, tears no longer making his cheeks wet, head up and as he tries to lean it up against the wall, hiss leaves him from the sudden pain; finally reaching up to touch the back of his head, his hair smeared up with something wet and then bringing his hand back, tips of his fingers smeared with crimson red. ❛ ah.. ❜ he empties his lungs with a sigh, staring at his fingertips a moment longer, then trying to get up; legs too sore and in pain. that running for sure had taken all his energy and the sky filled up with darkness, few stars here and there.
finally getting up, forcing himself to get up, pushing himself off the ground, but keeps leaning against the wall a moment longer and then there’s a twig snapping to his left, which causes his head to turn fast only causing intense pain at the back of his head; had he gotten a concussion from when his head had hit with the concrete? had the gangsters found him? trying to peek around the corner where he was hiding, only to see an outline of a person and his eyes widen, quickly hiding and trying to move away. ❛ oh, shit. ❜ he murmurs out quietly, only for him to hear. how in the hell is he supposed to get away? it’s only one person – what if others are hiding somewhere, trying to plan on some kind of an ambush on him? ❛ what should i do? ❜ he says again, backing more behind the wall and trying to run around the building, but ends up making a loud thud and that’s when he books it again, this time in the forest; adrenaline for sure is a funny thing.
SPRINTING JUST AS ELIO had seen the young male had done, he moves quickly through the tunnel pumping his arms at his sides. he hasn’t a clue what he’s supposed to do once he find the other, if they’re expecting him to beat him up to teach him a lesson then they’re going to be sorely disappointed for sure. even if he’s involved with those types of people, in this line of work, elio doesn’t believe in violence. never has and he never will.
luckily the tunnel only went one way, so when he reached the end and stopped to catch his breath, his eyes lock with a head shaped shadow peering out from behind a cement wall. but once it sees elio, they move back again, so elio quickly approached. steps careful and quiet, making sure not to knock a stone or trip over his feet. in his head he’s thinking of what his next move will be, once he finally catches him what is he going to do ? or better yet, what SHOULD he do ? his ears pick up on a thud then a murmured curse, more than likely said underneath the guy’s breath and just when elio goes to speak, to tell him he isn’t going to hurt him. he hears thudding footsteps getting farther and farther away, that’s what sets elio into motion. first he rounds the corner and sees the wall is deserted and empty, then he sees a distancing figure disappearing into the forest. “ really man ? “ elio groans in regards to the male, before beginning another wild goose chase towards the forest himself.
he pushes himself faster this time, eventually lessening the distance as they weave through numerous amounts of trees, it’s when they get to a large clearing that elio pumps his arms harder. forcing his feet to move faster until finally, he leaps, soaring through open air with arms stretched in front of him... and he aims for the male’s waist but instead he barely is able to entangle his limbs around the other’s legs. forcing the both of them to tumble to the forest floor, a mixture of exhausted and pain groans coming from elio as he struggles to get the guy to stop trying to flee. yet he can’t blame him, he’d run from a guy chasing him too. after multiple attempts at trying to tell the other to stop, to just listen to him !! he crawls up his body as they both continue to wallow around on the ground, struggling and fighting against him, before he’s able to pull his knife out from the waist band of his pants, and points the tip right at his jugular.
“ --- STOP !! fucking listen to me damnit !! “
