My heart is beating a-mile-a-minute. My breathing is rapid to match my sped up heart rate. The chalky dryness of my throat craves a substance to wash it away. It is a painful feeling. Each swallow is like a bag of glass shards. I glance over at the man in my car, his dirty-blonde mop of hair, and lifeless-looking body is curled over the dash of the black sedan I had just led-footed through the window of the local shopping centre. The fragments of the windshield drop out like flakes of snow... I can feel a shard protruding from my shoulder, but my adrenaline pushes me to ignore the pain.
“You are strong... You have a goal.” I whisper to myself.
I hear the man moan in pain, cherry-red blood drips from his chest… I watch the shadow of the man I had been hunting flicker into the dark shopping centre. I flew into a panic that I will miss my chance… Another glance at the man beside me, another glance at the shadowy figure.
“Make a choice.” I whisper to myself once again.