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See Scott Run

The smell of garage filled the dark dismal air. There was no light in the trash receptacle. Scott was sitting on the entire towns garbage it seemed like. He had his trust black backpack at his side. In his hand he clenched a rosary, and continued to pray. That rosary had been his mothers‘, and she had given it to him right before she had died. It was a true family heirloom. He treasured it beyond belief. Scott felt horrible, and had only one place he could turn, religion. He could hear the people in the streets looking for him, but he didn’t want to be found.
“Dear Lord,” he cried out as the trash water soaked through his khaki tan pants, “In this time, my hour of the most need, please give me the strength and the stealth to leave this country behind.” Scott sat in that dumpster for quite some time after his last cry out to God. Around the time his tears stopped, he glanced at his watch. It glowed nine-thirty two against the night.
He got out quietly. He opened the dumpster and began to gasp for air. The sweet taste of the polluted air entered his lungs. It felt better than it had during the entire course of his life. As he crept out of the dumpster, Scott tossed his black backpack over his right shoulder. He looked over both of his shoulders checking for potential foes. He took off running. The only sounds he could hear were his feet splashing in the puddles, and his heart pounding against his vintage Bouncing Souls t-shirt. This was the old part of town. It was a historic model of the past. The beginning of the present millennium was embodied here. It was hard to keep running. Scott stopped and recomposed himself.
The Police would be hunting him on the ground he thought. It was okay though, Scott was prepared. He unzipped his backpack and removed a small repel gun. Above him towered the buildings of old. He aimed the gun at the roof and took aim. The hook shot out like a greyhound at the track. He could hear the clink of the hook searching to grapple onto something. It sounded like he caught a weather mane. He gave it a slight tug and decided it was now or never. He began to walk up the building without any resistance. Once on the roof he made his way through the town. He was seeing it from an angle he didn’t know had existed. It was incredible that he could see boats jettisoning around the harbor. The streetlights looked like stars twinkling below him. He took in the cool night air as it blew against his skin. He just sat there thinking. It felt too good.
“Hey, there he is!”
Scott took off running. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop like a gazelle across the fields. He ran and ran. There was no stopping him; he was too close to getting out. He got to rooftop with too large of a gap for even him to jump. He was stopped dead in his tracks. The cliché set in while he stood there. He turned around with a look of anger on his face ready to take out the security guard that successfully spotted him. He stopped and was ready to fight. He hid behind a large brick wall and waited for his prey. The black engulfed his body as he waited.
The security guard ran by and Scott stuck his arm out in front of the man. He knocked him to the ground. The man was gasping for breath. Scott reached over and picked up a pipe. The cool metal felt powerful in his hand. This man lie on the ground gasping for breath and Scott stood over him like an executioner. If he let him go would he catch up to him or tell someone about him? He couldn’t afford that chance. He raised the metal pipe and bludgeoned the security guards head. Even after the guard was dead, he continued to beat him. Blood spritzed Scott’s’ face. The gray pipe had turned red and was dented beyond repair. Scott dropped the pipe and laid his rosary on his victims’ chest. “You’ll need this more than I do.”
Scott ran across the rooftops and kept running. He used the repel to safely lower himself to the ground. He had to get to the docks fast. That was his only hope at this point. He kept thinking about ho he would make his way to the United States. He got to the edge of town without any more problems and waited in the shadows. His tan pants popped against the black night. It seemed like an eternity that he sat there. He got low to the ground and scuttled across the street. He waited for the signal. The signal was going to be his friend on the fishing boat they had rented. Ursula was supposed to flash the lights off and back on five seconds later.
The large boat sat in the harbor, and Scott stared at it without blinking. The lights were all he could see. His vision was a tunnel. The plan was for the boat to start pulling away so he could jump onto it and escape. At this point he was ready to try almost anything to make these people stop chasing him. It was ten o’clock at night now. The light turned off and Scott took off running for the boat. The backpack weighed him down, but he couldn’t drop it. He needed it. The boat started to pull away. He ran harder. His breaths became shorter and his breathing was now erratic. There was nothing that could stop him now. He kept his pace and rounded the corner of pavement onto the wooden dock. The planks rattled under his feet. He pumped up his eighties style Nike pump shoes while still running. This was his moment and nothing was going to take that away from him. His back heel was on the edge of the dock and he pushed off with it. He said a prayer and continued to fly forward through the air. He reached out and enclosed his fist around the ladder hanging in the water. He pulled himself onto the deck of the boat and laughed with joy. The blue boat carpet under him felt like a sultan’s bed. He lay on his back with his wet cloths clinging to his body. He breathed hare and salty ocean air. It was a perfect moment, aside from the high-pitched sound of a laser gun warming up next to his temple.
“Well your highnesses we’re going to take you back to the council now.”
“You mean father died?”
“That’s right. I’m sorry for your loss, but we have to get you crowned before there is any sort of retaliation,” the guard told Scott, “Look kid you’re the new king what’s wrong?”
“Everything, I don’t want to be.”
“You say it like there’s a choice. You don’t have a choice in this matter.”
“Yes I do.” with that Scott grabbed the laser gun from the general’s hand and fired one shot into his head. The hot searing pain was the best feeling in the world at that moment.


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