haine_rammsteiner141
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- Posted: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 16:10:23 +0000
Zion ran with all he had, never daring to look back for fear of losing speed. He carelessly vaulted over fallen trees and darted around quickly changing paths, trying to find the river. "You're sick!" he yelled. The tension was now becoming too much for him and he couldn't keep himself quiet. He soon realized his mistake of course, and tried to pick up his pace but he couldn't go any faster. His leg was still bleeding from when Akuma had cut him and each step pulled at the skin, letting more blood out of his body. The exhaustion was almost unbearable. He couldn't shift, couldn't change his physical make up, couldn't use his abilities at all; the only thing he could do was run and delay what seemed inevitable. Zion's thoughts had distracted so much that he didn't realize he had reached the river until he heard the splash as he fell in and felt the cool water embrace him. 'I wonder which would be better: to drown on my own or let that psycho do me in,' he mused as he rose to the surface. The river was much deeper than he had expected, but he defiantly tried to keep sloshing along in the river and make his way south.