Taylor Boyd

Apex

He ran as fast as he could to hide behind some rusted iron and metal eclipsed by shadow. He was breathing harder than what was recommended to him and had almost collapsed from exhaustion. His heart hummed like a beehive, and he covered the nest inside his chest with his palm. The apex was even pointer now and started to pierce thru his skin even more, as his heart was leaning upon his sternum. His flesh was tender and hot to touch. Heart overcooked. Well done heart, well done the escape, from the brass dogs that had chased him for miles. The police had put a chip into the clockwork canines that matched the blood of the boy. He was at the shy age of 7, and had a lot to learn about his “disability”. I just wanted to go outside and play, he thought to himself, as he bent over and held his knees, crying now. Only small echoes of his voice comforted him. Adam had never felt the artifical sunlight touch his skin, but was only fed vitamins to help with his “condition”. He saw a few kids playing outside from the uncomfortable comfort of his nursery upon the synthetic grasses of the city, and had wanted to join them so badly.