Run Boy Run!
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
When running it your only option you had better run as fast as you can, you never know what's coming after you!


Run Boy Run!

The man slowly came round, but it was into a whole world of hurt and pain, his
body screamed at him as he became more conscious OOOUUUHHHH! His body hurt as
if he had gone 10 rounds with ... BANG! A loud noise made him look up
ARRRHHHH! 'God that hurt!' He began to realise where he was and more to the
point how he was, he was surrounded by darkness, a small dull light high above
him seemed to the only source of illumination. It was just him in the small
lit up area, nothing else. He tried to move but couldn't his hands where tied
up above his head, it then dawned on him, he was hanging up his arms! His feet
bearly touched the floor which was starting to put pressure on his arms, he
must have been hanging there for some time, he now felt the strain on his arms
'God that hurt!'. The air was cold and damp, god only knew where he was and
... ... CREEEEEEK!

The sound of door opening broke the silence, in front of him but off into the
darkness, light flooded in, then a figure appeared, the man squinted to try
and get his eyes use to the light. The silhouetted figure made it's way
through the door and towards him, it was quiet far away so he must be in some
large room, by the smell and coldness maybe a warehouse or factory? As the
figure approached he managed to focus as he got his eyes use to the limited
amount of light around him. There in front of him was a woman, he made that
much out from the way she walked towards him, but now, even in the dull light
he could see that she was a good looking woman.

She was black, dark skin, dark eyes and long dark hair, her full bright red
lips broke up what was a attractive face. She just stood there staring into
his eyes, she was tall, even with him hanging there theirs eyes where level.
She was wearing a white cropped sport top, they drew the on looking into her
ample busts, then black leather trousers and black boots. On her hands she
worn white fingerless gloves, she placed her clenched fist into the palm of
her other hand, at the same time looking menacing and very sexy. Even in this
unusual predicament he couldn't fail to notice just how great this woman
looked "who are ... " THUD! ARRRRHHHH! She stopped his question with a sharp
blow to his torso the man spun round in agony, his legs kicked out as he tried
to deal with the pain.

UUUHHHH! The woman grabbed him sharply by his throat to stop him wriggling
around, his eyes bulged as he now looked directly at her, that fixed stare,
her grip was tight around his throat. There was nothing in the woman's eyes,
no hate, anger and defiantly no compassion, he stopped wriggling, but there
was fear in the eyes ... ... his eyes!

The man was now still, the woman released her grip, he gasped for breath, she
looked on, took a step backwards and WHACK! Her boot came up high and fast
into the side of the mans head. Like some human spinning top he was sent round
and round by her blow. Before he came to a stop she sent in another and
another hard blow into the mans body, the woman's fist gave way to her boots
as they delivered just as harsh and powerful blows.

For the next few minuets, but to him it seemed like an age, the woman used him
as her punch bag, blow after blow, fist after fist and boot after boot pounded
into the man. She was brutal, a woman, a strong black woman beating a hanging
white man, she knew how to use those powerful arms and legs and she was happy
to show the man just what she could do. CRACK! Her fist crashed into his jaw
sending him spinning again, his mouth filled with blood, he could feel every
blow that landed, he didn't know how much of this brutality he could take.

She stopped her onslaught, the man just hung there, he was so grateful that
she had stopped, but what was going to happen next? She snapped her fingers
... ... CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Lights went on one by one, he closed his eyes,
they weren't use to bright lights. He slowly open them flinching as he got use
to the light, then he could see exactly where he was. As he though it was a
warehouse, he was hanging in the centre of a large room, a storage room of
some kind. By the look of it this was an old deserted place, mostly empty
apart from the odd collection of box's and crates here and there.

She snapped her figures again THUD! The man fell into a heap on the ground, he
had been released from his hanging position "Run!" She spoke for the first
time but that's all she said, one word ... ...

As he tried to take in what was happing to him he felt the blood ran down from
his cut lip. His thoughts rushed back to the previous night and how he now
found himself in this old warehouse hanging like a punch bag and getting the
crap kicked out of him by this sexy woman!

The night before he had gone to his gym as normal, he'd done his warm up and
spent around 20 minutes using the various weights there, just starting to
build up a sweat. He had noticed a couple of new women arrive, he liked to
keep an eye out for all the good looking ones that used the gym, his record
for getting off with the women there wasn't that bad either. So when two new
women turned up it was no surprise that he should notice them. They headed to
the running machines on the other side of the gym, as normal it was busy,
people coming in, going out, friends talking to him, women talking to him.
When he looked round the new women where gone 'oh well maybe next time', but
he remembered that one of them was a black woman, was it the woman that now
stood before him? The other woman had been ... No his head was pounding too
much, his body in too much pain to think clearly.

A few more memories came flooding back, he remembered coming out of the gym,
going to his car. It was parked a couple of streets away from the gym, he
always used that place, it guaranteed him somewhere to park. When he got to
the car the street light had been flickering, then went out, the whole street
was plunged into darkness, only the street lights far away and the faint
evening glow provided any light. He had reached his car, then there had been a
noise behind him, he turned then WHACK! A sharp pain to his face, he'd been
struck, and hard, it knocked him back against his car, another blow followed
and another. It had been too dark and the blows too fast for him to see, he
didn't know who was attacking him CRACK! Another blow, he slid down the car to
the floor, more harsh blows rained into his body then one really devastating
blow to the side of his head and then darkness ... ...

The next thing he could remember was coming round here, hanging here in this
warehouse and then the woman! Who was she, why was he here, had it been her
who had attacked him, was it her who had been in the gym? He had too many
questions running around his head 'what the hell was going on?'

She looked down at the man "I said run!"

CLICK! The lights went out he was in total darkness, his body still in agony,
but that was nothing compared to the fear that now rushed through his body
'where was she?' 'Was she going to strike him again?' A cold breeze swept over
his body, it made him jump, he though for one moment it was her touch, he dare
not move, he could run straight in her! But he had to move, he had to get
away, he had to run!

CLICK! The lights went back on, she was gone, the room was empty but he had
heard nothing, no footsteps, but she was still gone! The silence was
deafening, he pulled himself up, painfully, onto his knees his eyes darted
around the room as he tried desperately to find the woman, but she was
nowhere. The pain that he felt as he turned round trying to find her was
secondary to the fear that now gripped him 'where the hell was she?' The
silence was only broken by a constant DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! sound as water fell
from a leak in the roof, like a scared prey being hunter by a black panther
his eyes flitted around the empty room. She wasn't there but still he looked,
he was panicking, what was going to happen next!

"Well ... " the room filled with the sound of her voice " ... are you going to
run?" He didn't need any more hints, he pulled himself up OOOHHHHH! 'That
hurt!' There was a closed door directly in front of him, but it must have been
where the woman had gone through when she disappeared, behind him was an large
archway obviously leading to another part of the warehouse, he staggered
towards it, 'must be the way out?' He almost tumbled through it into another
large, damp, disused warehouse store room. But at the far end there was an
open door 'it had to be the way out?' He had to go for it, there was no other
option!

As he stumbled along the pain became more bearable, or was it just the fear of
'her' that pushed him along, he didn't know or care, he just wanted to get
away. As he approached the door his heart almost jumped into his mouth, a
woman stepped out into the doorway! But it wasn't the black woman, another
woman, this time oriental, smaller, shorter than him, more petite, but like
the black woman she was attractive, very attractive. Long hair that surrounded
a pretty face with sexy eyes, very sexy eyes, she was dressed in a black crop
top, black figureless gloves and white leather trousers and boots. She had a
similar strong firm body, a good body, a great body, again large breast that
where squeezed into that top. She looked hot, just like the black woman but
the way she was dressed told him instantly that he was in more trouble.

Any other time she would have been his ideal woman to chat up but here and now
this could only be a really bad thing. "You ran the wrong way.." CRACK! The
woman's boot shot round out of nowhere, it smashed into the side of his face
taking the man down, the oriental beauty followed up with sharp boots to his
body. She kicked the man across the floor, making sure she hurt him. Then
after she had kicked him enough she grabbed him, pulled him up WHACK! WHACK!
Her knee shot up hard into the wreck of a mans body. A third knee smashed up
higher into his jaw sending the man hurtling backwards, he landed with a thud
onto the cold damp concrete floor 'Oh God please let this end!'

He braced himself for another assault from this second woman, but nothing, he
opened his eyes, she was gone, just like the black woman now this oriental
woman had also disappeared! "You should be running" a voice, the oriental
woman, 'what sick game was this?'

But he wasn't going to hang around to find out, again putting the pain aside,
he pushed himself up onto his feet, he staggered along, he had to get away. He
managed to now run, as best he could, from one large storage area into another
and another, he lost all sense of where he was, where he was going and where
he had come from. Each open door, arch and doorway he approach he expected the
worse, a woman to set out and beat him. But it hadn't happened yet, there
where two women here with him, but he couldn't see or hear them and that
scared him even more.

Then a door marked 'Fire Exit' 'a way out!' He ran towards it, he wanted to
just run straight through it but 'SHIT!' 'Locked' 'SHIT!' He pushed at the
door, he rattled the emergency opening bar, but nothing. He realised in his
excitement to get out he had made too much noise, he knew he had to get away
from here and fast! He looked around 'which way to go?' Then a set of stairs
up to a gantry caught his eye, get up high and he would be able to see them
before they saw him. He almost sprinted over to the stairs, a knew source of
energy had kicked in, the pain took second place to the chance to get up high,
to get away. He galloped up the stairs, two at a time, just as he reached the
top a set of white boots and leather trousers came into view, he looked up
into the eyes of the oriental girl 'how the hell did she get ... ... ' SMACK!
Her boot shot forward into his face OOOWWWHHHH!

He was sent flying off the metal staircase, he flew through the air and down
to the ground THUD! He plummeted into a pile of cardboard packing boxes that
cushioned his fall, the woman with the white boots looked down at her victim
'shit!' She hadn't seen the boxes that had help protect the man from the drop
and was pissed that they had cushioned his fall, she made her way down the
stairs to put things right.

Even though the cardboard box's had broken his fall and given him some
protection it still knocked the wind out of him and hurt him. He felt as if a
train had just rammed into him at full speed. This time he couldn't move the
pain was too great, but that wasn't going to stop the oriental woman, before
he knew it she was down and grabbing him, yanking the man off his cushioned
cardboard bed ARRRRHHHH! Her strength was unbelievable as she pulled him up
and throw him across the floor THUD! OOOUUUHHHH! Her aim was perfect, from
where he landed, out of the corner of his eye he saw a shiny black leather
boot that was next to his head.

With his remaining strength he looked upwards, there was the magnificent black
woman towering over him "Why ... Why are you doing this?" there where tears in
the mans eyes as he looked up at the devastating women that where now standing
over him. "Don't try that, you know why we're here" CRACK! The black woman's
boot silenced him.

He felt himself drifting away, but his senses seemed to come more alive BANG!
The sound of a door slamming CLIP! CLIP! CLIP! The sound of boots walking over
the warehouse floor. Then a new voice, again female "who's this?" "It's the
man we were told to get" "no it's not!" Silence ...

The women gathered around the man "so you think it's the wrong man?" "I know
it's not our man!" The man heard everything, but it didn't register with him,
his body had almost shut down by now. So he didn't feel being dragged up onto
his knees, or the strong thighs that gripped his limp body preventing him from
falling. Nor the hands that gripped his head "well only one thing left" the
black woman gave one swift twist SNAP! The mans body dropped to the floor in a
heap.

They looked down at his lifeless body "it's defiantly the wrong man" the new
woman handed over a photograph to the others, they compared it to the man on
the floor "your right, wrong man!" "Oh well never mind" they headed off "I
wonder who he was?" "who cares, plenty left out there" "shall we go and find
our man now, I mean our proper man, after all we don't want to miss out on an
opportunity to make another man run from us, do we?"