(this takes place in the future)

Not Fast Enough

“Fu-fuck he’s catching up with me.” Ricky panted heavily as his boots pounded against the pavement. He was screwed, there was no one awake, no one to help him.

Good thing he didn’t need anyone!

Ricky surveyed his surroundings, looking for something, anything he could use as a weapon. He let out a breathy sigh; he couldn’t see shit. It was too dark, and the occasional street lamp wasn’t much help.

“I hear you.” Ricky heard a low voice call out behind him. He attempted to lower his breathing and lighten his footsteps, but it was no use. The more tired Ricky got, the sloppier his movement became. He closed his eyes and pushed through the pain, regretting that he hadn’t stuck with cross-country.

“Haha shortcut!” Ricky ran between two buildings. He was so smart, surely he’d get away now. Ricky immediately stopped congratulating himself when he almost ran headfirst into a brick wall. “Well fuck me.”

Gasping and backing against the wall, Ricky heard a singsong voice call out from the shadows. “I’m going to have to decline for now dear Ricky, I have much more fun things planned for us instead. Ricky raised his hands, preparing to defend himself. “Come at me bitch!”

Ricky collapsed on the ground as searing pain shot through his leg. “Fucking horse tranqulizer” Ricky muttered, slumped against the side of the brick wall he had been back up against moments ago. Ricky nervously shivered knowing he was in deep shit now. They didn’t intend on killing him, at least not right away. 

Ricky wanted death, he would have even welcomed it. Everyone knows getting murdered is the best way to go. He contemplated for a moment before laughing uncontrollably, free-falling from an airplane was a pretty good way to go too. His laughter abruptly stopped as he felt his eyes droop, sleep trying to take hold of him.

“Mmh” Ricky couldn’t see now and had never felt more tired in his life. However, he managed to find one last bit of strength as he felt cold hands wrapping around his jaw and lifting up his face. Now was Ricky’s chance, he had always wanted to bite off someone's finger! Ricky bit down hard, feeling warm blood travel down his throat.

“OW! YOU FUCKING BIT OFF MY FINGER!” Ricky was then met with a sharp kick to the ribs, causing the severed finger to fly out of his mouth. “You mother fu-” Ricky had begun to retaliate, but sleep took hold of him before he could finish his insult.

A low chuckle erupted from the person standing over Ricky’s limp body. “Aww sweet little bunny was fast, but not fast enough.”