Running and screaming were heard in the whole building, everyone was searching for the boy. The boy however wasn't really able to hear much, the only thing he could hear was the blood that was rushing to his head and his quick breathing.
The boy with black hair ran as fast as he could, everything hurts but if he would stop now he would die.
,,FASTER! YOU HAVE TO GET HIM!" A voice screamed behind the boy.
The black haired boy was covered in blood, he himself couldn't even tell if was his or someone else's.
His legs were hurting from all the running and the small cuts on it.
The boy saw two ways he could run to, he looked at both, his body working faster as his brain he ran into the left corridor, he soon regretted his choice as he ran into a dead end.
Shit, that's my end... The boy thought.
He slowly turned around, behind him guys in black outfits with guns.
,,HANDS UP!" the man in the front and nearest to him shouted.
He didn't do anything. He just stood there.
and then a shot was heard.