The Chase

Someone is chasing me. I've been running for a pretty long time now, knowing the ways of the world, and where the alleyways and short-cuts surface. I'm beginning to hear footsteps behind me getting louder, so I take a left and sprint. I'm beginning to feel fear creep inside me; a fear never felt before. I don't even care much to look behind me to see who it is. I come around the corner and jump several sets of five-stairs ahead of me. I know this place. There is no doubt of my mind now that I can lose this person behind me.

There is a trick with this spot, and there is no way this person will know. Self-confidence and ambition start comforting my mind as I strategize. I never fail at this leap. I always make it across. Pretty soon I get close, when suddenly a small golden ball rolls out from the right and I lose concentration. I don't make the jump. My stomach lifts upward as my feet and back finally meet gravel. My hands lose their touch at the bottom of the stairs. What a tumble. I did not know it was so dark down here. I could not feel my right leg. My left one I did feel, but I sure as heck did not want to. Surely, the person chasing me did not see me fall, and even if they did, they wouldn't make an effort to come to where I was now. But I'm hopeless right now. I am unable to get up, there is no one around me to ask for help, and I am surrounded by darkness. The only light was from the sky, which was not so much in this trash I was in.

What did I get myself into? And what was with the golden ball? All of a sudden, I hear footsteps behind me. I try to change my position to see, but all I saw was a dark figure; a silhouette of what I think was a man. Fear.

"Hello? Sir, was that you chasing me?"

No answer.

"Um, could you please call for help? I'm stuck!"

Still no answer.

"Why don't you answer? What do you want from me?"

He's getting closer.

"Sir!" He's right in front of me.

Silence.

I'm trembling with fear. The worst thing that could possibly happen was the end of my life, but there was absolutely nothing I could do. My cell phone was not in my pocket. It must have fallen out somewhere during the fall. Then I feel a hand on my right leg.

"Sir! No! Please! I beg you, jut leave me alone!"

The man starts whispering to himself and I begin to feel pain in my right leg.

"Ow! Stop"

More tension on my leg and foot. It felt like my whole right leg was on fire. But then I feel a warming sensation as this tension continues. This man was healing my leg. Both actually. He picked me up. I was lost for words. What a friend. I was so awestruck that the only word to proceed out of my mouth was "How?" He interrupted me.

"Tag, you're it." His voice was pure; passionate, desperate, but gentle.

He takes off up the stairs. I'm beginning to see the light. As he takes off, I notice a golden ball in what was I think his satchel. Adventure filled my heart and fire infused in my eyes at that moment. I sprint. And I have new legs. Healed legs. I don't even care to look back behind me where my cell phone is and my wallet is also. No. There is something spectacular about this man, and I am willing to risk everything for him and his life.