Somehow they’d found where Max lived, but they didn’t find him. He was three steps ahead and when they showed up on his campus, he was gone. Goodbye scholarship, farewell friends. This was his life now, ever since he moved to a big city. He thought he could trust his friend with his secret, especially since he saved the poor bastard, but people are afraid of power. Miracles. Whatever. So he ran.
For days he was out roaming the streets trying to keep a low profile. At least he looked like every other bloke out there when he put a hat over his eyes. He wasn’t exactly massive, so his height wouldn’t throw him out there either. The number one helper today though? The rain. It was practically flooding, the visibility was wrecked and not many people wanted to be out in the woods, so he just walked and walked until he found a nice big tree to sit under.
