Man HuntThe rain was dripping down his face in cool little beads.
His mind was racing in confusion
His eyes darted from dark corner to dark corner.
The rain intensified, blurring his vision;
Voices cut through the pounding rain
And red lights ricocheted off the dark brick walls
The sound of a helicopter sliced through the air.
Fear hit him like a blow to the chest
The adrenaline rushed through his veins.
They were getting closer, he could not deny it.
He ran into a different alleyway,
He caught sight of them, and they him
He was cornered; no escape.
The sirens were blaring, lights were blazing, and
Men in blue were circling in tightly.
He screamed out in fear as they inched in closer and closer.
His heart was beating furiously.
All at once, the sound disappeared.
There were no more men in blue, no lights, nor sirens; only silence.
He was back from a nightmare, drenched in sweat.
Safe. In his own bed.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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