Dream Gaze

His steps grew heavy and his breathing was hard... All he could think of was to increase the distance between him and his attackers. He ran through alleys and climbed walls, trying to keep as winding a path as possible, his vision blurred with the sweat in his eyes, fear catching his throat. Turning around he saw no one, but he still increased his pace. Finally he found refuge in a hotel, as he entered in it, he slowed down, he took in a deep breath and walked in to the skeptical/curious clerk.

"I need a room for the night, one with a phone, money is not an issue."

Hesitantly the man pulls out a register and once filled in, hands over the keys. He picks them up n rushes to find the room, to find solace and safety. He hears people behind him talking in a language familiar but unknown, he pushes on. Finally, he reaches his room, closes the door on entering, his breathing now hurts, his side begins to burn. He looks for the phone, panic reaching a crescendo as he the door starts shaking with the pounding. He begins to pray for strength and calm. The door bursts open and three men charge in...

He tackles the first, rolls and knocks the second off guard and smoothly throws a side table at the third who lets off a shot. He doesn't feel anything, he thanks god and rushes out with new found speed, diving in to the stairway and climbing up to gain advantage.

Many minutes later

He lay near a bench, drenched in sweat, and covered in mud...
While another hung near the edge moaning.
The worker calls out for help...
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"Is he alive?"
"No I don't think so.."
"But what happened to his face, hands..."
"I don't know, maybe it's some wild animal, call the police and let's get out of here."

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He was still running, but much slower, the last fight had taken a toll on him, he had managed to drive a broken plank in his attacker's side, he hadn't stopped hitting him long after he left him for the dead, the rest had somehow lost track, that plank he still had in his hand, holding it firmer, he entered a ruin of a house and sat in a corner, shaking but alive...
He was bruised, his hand limp, he spat out blood.
He looked around and smiled...

"I won't run now"