@heavygut / a starter To Die For™
salt lakes spilled from his wide eyes, legs numb from the wrath of non-stop running. the grinding in his abdomen told him at least a few FRACTURED ribs; the deep bruising worsened his state of being ten fold. aleksandr was unable to breathe, but not from any sort of physical wound. he had KILLED someone. he was being reckless, acting cocky. he wasn’t immortal, despite his nickname. he thought he WAS, but he isn’t.
immortal was disoriented. his heart cried from help, the SCREECHING of sirens a burden to his shattered being -- the shouts of gang members and the taint of copper on his tongue was a constant reminder. keep running. stop CRYING, child. you are stronger. but really? you aren’t. you need someone. you thought you didn’t, but you need help. his phone was taken in SHAKING, pale hands -- nova was his first reaction, the first thing desperate eyes caught.
the text read, simply, “ help. ” his location was pinned onto the text, buffering and leaving the boy even more anxious before finally sending. a bullet WHIZZED past his head, and he CRIED out in fear; a genuine sound of what he felt. the abandon alley he slipped into was shaded -- he HID, but he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he was FOUND. the gang members PASSED, but he heard their bellowed confusion and the order to FIND the worthless brat.
he killed someone, and he was next.
