But you kept running you see. And we can only run for so far or so long. It's blistering cold. Seldom can you feel your face or your feet, nor your hands. You are numb. Numb to it all from going and going.
Maybe it's been an hour, or two. Days? Years? Centuries? You can't tell. The adrenaline's the only thing that's been keeping you going. You won't be running for much longer. You can feel it.
Perhaps you'll collapse and die to the cold. But you feel strong. An illusion.
But what's this?
Is it.. The end? Yes. Metaphorically and physically, it is the end. It's a cliff. You have either to wrestle and deliver justice to what's been chasing you, or you will die. Either way, you will die.
It's stronger than you. Stronger than you could ever know, but you have to fight it. You feel the icy wind press against your back as you stare into the bottomless abyss. The edge of eternity.
Face and fingers frostbitten you turn to face your foe. A fire burning within your heart to survive. It rushes through you; coursing through your veins.
It is as black as the pit behind you.
Nothingness. Small flickers of light cascade about and something comes to you from the black.
It's here, and you can feel the power moving about your very soul. Just what is it though?
The light begins to take a form, rushing about the blackness, it creates a pool in front of you. It shapes together to form something frightening. It loses its luster.
You recognize it.
It is something you haven't seen in a very long time.
It is.
You.
Drab in vice, lust, spite and anger, it is you.
In this pressing time you brace yourself, fearing for your life as the manifestation of malice and hatred lunges towards you.
Swing after swing and blow after blow, you crumple. You ran all this way just to give in?
No.
You rise.
You swing back. Harder. You hit land every punch.
What you feared the most has become nothing.
Your crushing blows connect with alacrity and accuracy.
The being subsides, it's vessel laying on the frigid ground where you once laid. The light that was once inside dances about the ground, fleeing your presence.
You have so many questions. No answers though.
What will you run from now?
