Chapter 14 Motivated Jogging (1/2)
Laz ran. He didn't think Bill would shoot him, but crazy people can't be underestimated.
”You god damn cyclops, what the hell are you doing?” Laz had always trusted his grandpa. But he had no idea why the hell he would leave him with this maniac.
”HAHAHA, run run run as fast as you can. Otherwise, your in for a world of pain.” Bill was riding along behind Laz as he ran. The trails leading through the forest were pretty well traveled so he didn't have a hard time keeping up
Laz was running as fast as he could. He had never done this kind of running before. Even in school, he only ever paced himself when running in gym class and never gave it his all.
He knew he couldn't keep up this pace all day but he didn't want to slow down either.
BANG
A small dead tree next to him practically exploded as he ran past. Bill zoomed forward once again after laying the rifle across his lap.
Laz practically jumped forward as he raced along the path. The weather was pretty clear today and the cool air was a blessing for Laz's burning lungs. As he kept going, he was looking around for any idea on what he could do.
Going down the path would allow Bill to chase and shoot as he pleased, but running into the thicket would slow Laz down considerably. Of course, it would also slow down Bill.
He turned left suddenly and jumped over a fallen log. Bill pulled up and leveled the rifle.
Laz's ears twitched, he could almost hear the sound of the metal scraping as Bill pulled the trigger. Time seemed to paused for a moment as Laz focused. He would have closed his eyes if he wasn't trying to avoid low hanging branches.
BANG
He knew where the shot was coming from. It was almost like having eyes in the back of his head.
He was going for the calf on his left leg.
Laz jumped while swinging his leg around, doing a perfect 360 degree turn in the air. The bullet flew past and hit another tree while Laz regained his balance and continued to run.
”WELL DONE! IF I CATCH YOU, I CAN SELL YOU TO A RUSSIAN BALLERINA TROUPE,” Bill roared while revving the engine. He turned off the path and continued the chase, expertly guiding the 4-wheeler through the openings in the trees.
”YOU FUCKING CYCLOPS, I WILL PRY OUT YOUR OTHER EYE WITH A RUSTY SPOON,” Laz roared as he kept running.
The race kept up all morning with one running and one chasing. Bill kept the distance between them at a minimum of one hundred feet. Once he reached that distance, he would aim the rifle and fire, aiming at various parts of Laz's body.
He legs, arms, back and even his ass became a target. Laz would jump, duck, roll and do whatever else he could to avoid the shot. Had he not had his weird super hearing, he would have been hit many times. He knew Bill was serious but had no idea how he knew Laz could avoid the shots.
Bill was basically stumped at this point too. He had tried aiming at every part of this kid and yet he was able to avoid it. There was no way that was possible, but it was the truth. At the same time, he knew the kid didn't know he was using rubber bullets so he was trying his hardest to avoid it.
Although Bill didn't understand it, it worked out better this way.
Laz's breathing was labored, he muscles burned and he could barely see straight, but he kept running. There were no more thoughts in his head other than to keep moving. He didn't understand this. He didn't know why this old man would want to kill him, why his grandpa trusted him or even if he could make it. He just kept running.