[[ @BecameTheHunted. ]] Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.
When Joshua Yukimura had taken a walk in the woods a week before, having wanted time to just get his head clear, he had /not/ expected to be attacked by an animal.
One moment he had been walking with his head down, hands —
[[ @BecameTheHunted. ]] — took of sprinting through the forest. He made to sure to zig-zag and try to make it as hard for her to shot him as possible, as heavy panting and grunts emitted from his lips.
He had to talk to Kira about this when he got home. —
[[ @BecameTheHunted. ]] — many plans for what he wanted to do in the future and now this girl was threatening to just thrown them all out of the window, simply because she believed he was something that he actually wasn't... right?
[[ @BecameTheHunted. ]] — lower lip, wetting it, before he inhaled sharply to try and calm himself down. "I would /never/ hurt anyone on purpose, I swear to God."
He couldn't die. He was only seventeen and still a kid. He had so much ahead of him; he had so —
[[ @BecameTheHunted. ]] — harm, alright? Just let me go home. /Please/."
He still had no idea what was happening to him, but he was definitely aware of the fact that all of his senses had been heightened and he was /much/ quicker than before.
Yet he didn't —