(Note: This isn't finished yet, but it's a taster piece. Let me know what you think, and I hope ya enjoy).
---------
The bus stop was empty as when I walked in, blown about in the wind that was beginning to pick up a bit. The clouds had started gathering around lunch time, so it was likely to rain soon. The sky was dark, threatening, with a static tension that hung overhead. The air was heavy with humidity, the scent of pure ozone that I could almost drink in. Soon the rain would be a relief from the merciless heat of the sun today.
Temperatures were hitting 100'F daily, and humidity was high at 50%, making college that little more excruciating.
Today wasn't much different, except for these dark tall clouds. I felt the pressure of them lowering above my head, closing in.
I sat in the shelter of the bus stop, the bench still searing from the earlier sunshine, but I didn't mind as it cooled gradually.
The first patters of rain were thick heavy drops, hitting the ground with a splash, and steaming on the pavements and tarmac road. Then the rain really began to pour. So much so, that vision was difficult beyond 50 paces.
Great stair rods of rain, striking down to the ground from the heavens in the bucket loads, causing small clouds to rise from the floor, steaming columns over any metal or dark surfaces, harbouring most of the heat of the day.
The plants glowed strangely, in a green shine that gave an odd shading the rain and surrounding air.
The clouds were still gathering, growing darker, looks like this could turn into a good thunder storm.
Slapping footsteps approaching to my left snapped my attention sideways to see a tall man sprinting towards my direction.
I watched the approaching figure, mildly interested in the sight. As he grew nearer, and began to speed up right towards me, I pondered the thought of leaving before he reached me.
That thought became more prominent as I saw he was looking at me, as he sprinted towards me, seeming on some sort of mission.
I stood up and took a step away debating whether to turn tail and high tail it out of there, or to stand my ground.
He got within ten paces and I decided flight was the best course of action and turned running in the opposite direction into the pummelling rain.
The fact that he was now chasing me, made me glad on my choice to run. He was fast, almost as fast as me, but it would be stamina to prove to winner today.
I ran practically blind with the rain hitting my eyes, but I kept going, using what knowledge I had of the local area to keep him that distance away from me or more.
I ran through the town, slipping now and then on the smooth wet pavements and catching myself with my hands, driving my legs forwards at a punishing pace.
My lungs felt sore, but the burning sensation was easing as I got a rhythm going.
The man was still chasing me, and as I ran around the corner of a building, I flattened myself to the wall hiding as he ran past, then I ran back using a different path through town, while he cursed and turned to chase once again. Yeah, he was definitely after me.
As I ran back to the bus stop the sound of the man chasing me had faded away to silence so I sat down to catch my breath.
I was drenched to the bone, my hair slicked back to my skull, my clothes stuck to me, leaving little to the imagination for any who might've seen me. I cursed under my breath.
Suddenly, as I was beginning to relax, I was tackled from the bench to the floor and wrestled onto my front, my arms pulled behind my back and tied together at the wrists. I yelped from the impact and kicked out at my attacker, twisting this way and that, fighting violently, blindly like a cornered animal.
