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A Chapter by Raghav Vaid

He ran as fast as it was humanly possible for him to run. The world around him was a blur of green and yellow with random flashes of incomprehensible colors. His body was controlled by fear. It was that fear of incoming danger that made him jump across the dry nallahs, over the bricked walls, across the fields without his own conscious effort. His heart was pounding wildly under his tee shirt as if yelling at his legs to keep them running for dear life. The boys were closing in on him, their steps catching on him with ease. He could feel their breath on the back of his neck, warm and humid. He was right he knew but all that didn't matter, not now. He screamed for help but there was no one around, at least no one would help the poor boy and save him from the menace chasing him. A small confrontation was all that it took for this mouse hunt to begin. He was walking down the road when the gang spotted him, alone and helpless. "Empty your pockets, give me whatever you have", the oldest of the bullies had said. He knew his father would beat him black and blue if he lost the money. He pleaded in front of them with teary eyes and running nose, they called him son of a drunk imbecile and an unworthy s**t. That very moment he had felt a sudden surge of anger and audacity, a rush of courage he never knew existed within his frail body. He mustered all his strength and kicked the boy who had abused his mother in the nuts and all hell broke lose. He pushed them or at least he tried to and started running with the entire gang on his trail now blood thirsty for his life.

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Author's Note

These are the first few pages after introduction...chapter 1 starts now...little backdrop for the characters to develope...any kind of suggestions would be welcome...I hope the fragment creates a proper scene in the reader's mind