A/N � Written for a friend when I was asking for short story ideas. It is very short, but if you do review can you do me a favour and tell me what you seriously think it's about?

He was running as fast as his body let him. His heart was thumping in his chest and he felt his hot pulse in his neck as he ran.

Sweat was running into his eyes and he reached up to wipe it away with the back of his hand � his palm was still bloodied from where he'd narrowly missed a thorn bush. As the liquids mixed he winced slightly but never stopped his constant speed.

The air was hot and moist, still settling from the heat waves and storms that were sweeping the country. As he turned the corner of the darkened street the full moon shone in his eyes. It disorientated him slightly, causing him to slow down for a second before he found a new burst of speed and carried on down the road.

Running past empty gardens and darkened houses, no-one would know what was going on in the nineteen year olds head if they glanced out the window � all they would see would be a young man sprinting down the street. It may have been madness in the heat of the night, but he had to keep running for his own life.

The hairs on the back of his neck were on end � there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he sped up as the darkness started to envelope him even more. He was practically flying with the speed at which he was travelling,Asics Top Seven, desperately trying to reach safety.

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Breaking into a run again,mbt g�nstig, he carried on down the street passing in and out of the streetlamps glow. In the distance he could hear the howl of wind passing through the alleys and passages that connected each row of houses. The unearthly sound disconcerted him even more and as he turned into the final street he felt another pang of unease.

Sprinting down the street, in one final big for safety,Gucci Vagabonds, he leapt cleanly over his front gate and rammed into his door, stopping himself only with his scratched hands. As he fumbled for the keys, another howling was much closer. It wasn't the wind, as t sounded like it was right behind him. Finding his house key, he quickly slipped it into the lock and tried to open the door.

It wouldn't budge. All he could hear now was the beating of his heart and the growing howl of some unknown creature. He had to get this key to work. It must work! He didn't know what would happen if the door failed to open.

With a click, the lock finally sprung open and he fell through the doorframe onto the mat and into safety. Kicking the door shut he lay back and stared at the ceiling.

Sneaking a glance at his watch, he clicked the stopwatch. 8.06 seconds. He had beaten his record by over a minute. Sighing in relief he leant back and closed his eyes. He could still hear his heart beating in his ears but it began to fade and was replaced with another sound � his pet Labrador was running down the stairs and howling, like he always did when he first heard his key in the door.

Standing up and caught the dog as he leapt off the final few steps and placed him down on the floor. He had beaten the requirements for training by 3.39 minutes � if he performed liked that on the day,Gucci sac � poign�e sup�rieure, his career was set in stone.

Laughing, he kicked off his shoes and fed the dog before sitting down on his settee to watch the late night horror movie�

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