"The Randomness of Life" chapter 66 for a Little Drabble do Ya, Wednesday Challenge on Section VII

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Prompted by: The Terrible Abstractions ~Vernon Scannell

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He heard behind him what the hunted hear.

There were shouts, "this way"..."he's over there," They crashed
through the forest with the subtly of a bull elephant. There was no skill,
no stalking. He was their target, and they knew they'd catch him.

He was tight inside, soaked with the sweat of fear.

Eventually they would find him...

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And he became the prey, the quivering deer.

He was running for his life, his chest heaving for air as he turned to see if those after him were still there.

He was afraid of being hunted, caught then slaughtered like an animal and fear,

the threat he knew all too well.

His eyes darted in every direction.

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By beasts who padded on four legs or two.

Rain fell, it was freezing cold and he, dressed only in his t-shirt feeling like a giant bullseye was painted on his back.

He was weaponless, his gun lost and had no means to defend himself against those who hunted him relentlessly in the shadowed dark of the woods.

But not of what his hairy forebear knew.

Feelings within him were akin to a deer being hunted, a sense of panic, the will to escape, darting in every direction, whilst ducking under limb,and leaping over fallen trees. Stumbling...

Resisting an urge to cry out, freezing within a thicket...he held his breath lest it be heard.

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But cannot keep the murderous shadows out.

He fell to the ground and there his pursuers found him. Holding their rifles and raising them, preparing to kill an UNCLE agent.

Shots rang out, downing one, while the other ducked for cover. He too was quickly dispatched.

"You okay partner mine?"

"What took you so long?"

"Rah Rah" - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Ding Dong

The door opened to two teenagers dressed as cheerleaders.

“Trick or treat!”

The unwitting homeowner was unprepared for the ruse.

“Hey, you’re…”

April and Illya stepped inside, the startled THRUSH chief backed into an entry table, spilling candy on the floor.

The Russian agent spoke in tones that made the other man’s blood run cold.

“You have someone who belongs to us.”

“Hey Illya!  I’m in here.”  April untied Solo while Illya darted the THRUSH.

Napoleon looked at his rescuers and smiled.

“School spirit?”

“I think he looks cute.”

“Not another word.”

“Oh, I’ll think of something.”

“Chyort!”