Chapter 8: Walker
Blaze was running in a cold alleyway. His small feet were no match for the grown men chasing him, but still, he kept running. Soon the footsteps got louder, and so did the voices of those chasing behind him.
"Find the brat or the boss will kill us!"
"Fuck! What do you think I’m doing?"
This shitty memory again?
Blaze asked as a memory of his childhood played before his eyes. He still remembered the day as it was yesterday. He was seven back then and had accompanied his father to France for a research presentation or something like that. He didn’t remember clearly.
However, he remembered being separated from his father, and then a few people kidnapped him. The only reason he remembered this scene was because it was the first and only time he had been afraid in the true sense of the word.
Blaze watched his young self making mistake after mistake to the point he didn’t believe they were one and the same.
And... now she’d appear.
Suddenly, two arms poked out of a broken wall and pulled him inside. The place was dark and, as many times before, Blaze couldn’t see the face of the woman covering his mouth.
"Shh... don’t make any noise," she said in a hushed voice.
The woman held him close, mumbling sweet words into his ears to calm him down. Then the men appeared, looking for him, but couldn’t find him anywhere.