The quiet night seemed to press down on Luke. The silence seemed almost tangible, as if he could reach out and tear it from the very air. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He had to keep moving, or else...well, he wasn't sure what would happen, but he figured running from it was better than actually finding out.
The crisp, mountain air filled Luke's lungs as he began to jog down the mountainside. It was tiring work, but he eventually found himself at the edge of a small town. Luke didn't like going into towns, not after what had happened. But he knew he had to; he was tired and hungry. He stopped into a small cafe, ordered a plate of mashed potatoes, a small coffee, and water. Then, as the food was brought to him, a woman entered th cafe and sat down across from him. His eyes went wide.
"Don't make any sudden movements, this place is surrounded," she said softly, "They will not hesitate to shoot."
"Go ahead," said Luke, a growl forming in his throat. "I'm not afraid to die. In fact i almost welcome..." But she cut him off.
"Oh, no you misunderstand me. They won't shoot, YOU. No, they'll shoot EVERYONE else in this cafe. And, if that doesn't stop you, they'll move on." Her voice was sickeningly sweet as she said this, and Luke knew she wasn't lying. He knew her too well. She had him trapped, and she knew it. Unless...he smirked. She had never been a very good strategist.
"But, what happens if i do this?"
Suddenly, she was lifted into the air, then smashed to the floor, knocking her out. Using his mind, he brought her into his arms, using her as a human shield. Luke stood in front of the window for a few seconds, making sure to show it off to the shooters, then made his way as quickly as he could through the back door.
After what felt like hours, he dropped her body and ran, changing directions every few kilometers. His breath came in ragged gulps, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He could never stop.
