Patrick ran into the alley, barely even breathing as he forced himself to run.
Why? Why are they chasing me? I didnt do anything, I-
His thought was brought to a screeching halt as he noticed that he'd walked into a dead end!
Ohshitohshitohshitoh
"Patrick, hey buddy! Why all the running? We were gonna have some
fun right?"
Patrick looked at the one who was talking: it was the group's leader, John. There were six this time, and he knew what they were here for. They were going to kill him, especially after he'd beat them up like that. He couldn't remember doing it that well, just like every other time the VOICE took over, but he was sure that John's missing teeth were part of the reason he'd been chasing Patrick since the shelter.
He also didn't need the Gift to tell that John was going to kill him, but the malice that the Gift let him sense sent a shiver down his spine.
He needed someone. He couldn't do this, not without asking the VOICE, and there was no way he was going to do that.
HELP! he screamed with the power of the Gift, putting all of his strength into it. As he slunk to his knees, he saw the group jump back in suprise. His only hope now was that someone had heard his plea, and got here before John and co. recovered.
Forgive me, I just woke up! Ah, and I'm in the same city as the majority of you. So no worries 