He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his head. Sweat poured down his face, and he felt pure joy. He lived for this kind of stuff. It was what he was born to do. He was leading his victim and it would all be over soon. He loved the sound of branches cracking under his pursuer’s feet. They were sloppy and needed to be reprimanded, which he would take care of once the chase was over. Slowing down, Rourk took cover behind a large tree. He listened, and all he heard were the familiar sounds of nature; birds chirping, squirrels running, even the sound of a deer could be heard in the distance. What he was not hearing was the sound of footsteps. This brought a grin to his face. Perhaps he found a worthy opponent after all. He could take the easy way and close his eyes, if it weren’t prohibited. He scanned quickly and saw nothing. Think Rourk. The woods were vast, but this was a game of cat and mouse. He could not be far. What surprised him the most was that there were no sounds of heavy breathing even though they’d been running for hours.
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