The Turened Tables
Oh God! This is it, he's going to catch me!, then what, what does he want with me, does he want my I-pod, what if he tries to kill me, I've got to keep going.
My name is (insert name) and this was the day I ran for my life. I was just going home after my mates party, he asked if I would be OK walking back, I didn't want him to think I couldn't take care of myself so I refused. I wish I had took him up on his offer now. I was still quite far from home, I didn't mind, I had my I-pod.
The street lights burned a murky orange which lit my path. As I flicked through the songs, mostly 'Take That' which my sister had put on, I noticed a shadow behind me, at this time of night I thought to myself. I turned around. It was a man, roughly about 6 foot, wearing a black leather jacket with a hood and some dark jeans. All that stood out were his, what looked brand new, white trainers. I turned around and carried on listening to the music. As I looked down to see what song was playing I saw the shadow gaining, and fast. Raw instinct kicked in and I began to run, my ear phones fell out, faster and faster I went but the shadow kept up, no distance lost nor gained, I clenched my I-Pod.
I looked for options, but saw nothing, mostly house lights turned out, a few cars on the road but at this time who would stop anyway. I turned down an alleyway sharply, what a mistake that was, my footing slipped and precious seconds were lost, unlike the streets lights the alleyway lighting was weak, I could just about make out discarded boxes and abandoned trolleys. With no light I couldn't see his shadow, was he right behind me or had he stopped? Either way I wasn't prepared to stop and find out. My running became unsteady and slow and my lungs felt as if ice crystals were forming on the inside, that's how cold the night was. I remember thinking to myself Oh God! This is it, he's going to catch me!, then what does he want with me? Does he want my I-pod?
I finally got back onto the main street and I could see that the slip up I made earlier had cost me dearly, he was almost in grabbing distance, I began to weave between cars and bins, which were left out for the bin-men in the morning. The person chasing me tried to speak, but like me was out of breath. I came to a fork in the road, by now I had no where I was, I had so many questions in my head there was no room to think so I made a decision and stuck to it. Was it the right one?
2:34am London Basingstoke Paddock Road
Why is he running? I bet he's getting tired, why won't he stop? Wait until I catch him, I've never had to run so far or so hard in my life.
My name is (insert name) and this was the day I got involved in a chase. I just left my girlfriends house because she and her mother had to go late night shopping, more food on the shelves she said. I refused, saying I had people to meet. As I was making my way home all of a sudden there he was, I saw his I-pod and remembered thinking to myself, this could be quite easy, he turned round and examined me, I kept my head down, he then turned around but carried on flicking through the songs on his I-pod. I bit the bullet and took my chance but I forgot about my shadow, he saw my shadow running towards him, and not surprisingly, he ran.
To be honest I like a good chase, but not this one, it got way out of hand. He carried on running looking for options, I could feel each breath he left behind him. He made an impressive very sharp turn, but then he slipped, whilst he was scrambling around I made up vital yards. He was like a small mammal, he ran down the alley this was his first mistake. The lack of light from the Argon burning street lights meant he couldn't see my shadow and could barely see the objects in font of him. We both finally exited the alley like two horses released from a starting gate. Not far down the road and the sprint had gradually died down to a dangerous looking jog as he stumbled his way past cars, I tried to yell stop, but with hardly any breathe I found it impossible to speak. He continued to weave in and out of cars, this was his second mistake.
I slowly closed the gap and was almost in reaching distance, his stumbling jog began to gain more composure and he started to increase his lead again. He came to a fork in the road, but I stuck close to him. He went to the right, unlucky for us both as it was a dead end. A human being who is corned has natural instincts, and I knew this could get messy.
He met the wall at the end of the alley and turned to face me, his face white with horror, but that look slowly vanished as his instinct took over for the final battle.
2:51am London Basingstoke Paddock Road
This is too easy I wonder how they feel at the end of the alleyway, with no way out? Have they recognised me yet? This is going to save me a lot of time.
My name is (insert name) and this was the day the saying goes, 'kill two birds with one stone' became clear. I left the house with one plan, to find (insert name2) and teach him that cheating on my sister was a mistake that I wouldn't want to make again. But lady luck was shining on me this night, the second person I needed to get back at was (insert name1) a notorious party-goer, no surprise he showed up at my sisters 18th Birthday Party. I thought everything would be fine, but then he decided to invite a few of his friends, and together they raised hell and by the end of the night my home looked like World War II had erupted in that very spot.
So there they both were in front of me. One confused the other on the verge of pleading for his life. They began to talk to each other. "What the hell is going on ... Is that, (insert name 3)!?" "Yeah, and that's why I was chasing you, because of him!" "You scared the life out of me, why didn't you just shout my name!?" "I thought it would be funny to sneak up behind you and jump on your back, sorry" "Oh, ha ha, that would have been hilarious...not" "I said I was sorry"
I stopped them there before they began to fight. I slowly approached them both, by the looks on their faces anyone would have thought it would be so easy. I was in punching distance of them both, they looked at one another, no words were exchanged, no signs were displayed between them. I then realised, the predator, me, had become the prey. It was now two against one, their eyes lit up and they both showed a minuscule smirk on their faces. My heart began to race, my skin excreted sweat, my face burned, my knees knocked.
The tables had turned.