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They're comming, there's nothing for it now. There was no where left to run. He'd tried hidding but they always found him. Still he ran, knowing it was furtile, but not ready to give up. His eyes searched frantically for an escape. The footsteps were getting louder now, his heart galloped painfully in his chest. He heard their gleeful laugheter following too close behind him. Faster he ran, they would not get the best of him! He would keep running, as long and as far as it took; but he would win. He kept running, ducking down different hallways and going in circles, hidding where he could. He heard the voices growing dimmer, believing he may indeed escape, he ran down stirs, heading for the exit. There it was, he saw the door looming before him. He could almost taste the free air! Suddenly, a form came flying at him, it was a trap! They caught him, holding him securely so he knew there was no chance of escape. "I'm sorry we have to do this, but you know we have no choice." One of his captors told him as they pulled his strugling form outside and into a van, giving him a sweet transient taste of freedom before carting him off to the one place he feared. "Alright, let's go, we don't want to be late for the vet."
~Finis~