Echo Runner
In a city built on rhythm, silence is the enemy — and one runner carries the last beat.
Pssh… pssh…
The city was humming. Neon lights flickered in rhythm with the streets below.
Boom… boom… ts…
A low beat vibrated under the sidewalks. Beatpulse City was alive. Always alive.
Kai moved like smoke — silent, but fast.
chk chk chk — his shoes tapped the gridrails.
He wasn’t running for fun. He was running from them.
The Echo Trackers.
They hunted sound. Stole voices.
Left silence in their wake.
Kai had the one thing they wanted:
The Last Drop.
A single beat that could restart the city’s lost rhythm.
Ba-BOOM, ts, ba-BOOM.
He turned a corner.
FLASH — spotlight.
“HALT!”
Too late.
He dove —
fwish!
— over the edge of the platform, landing with a roll.
“TARGET MOVING. BEAT LEVEL: MAXIMUM.”
A drone dropped from the sky —
whrrrrrrr… —
charging its sync cannon.
Kai grinned.
“Wanna dance?”
He stomped.
BAK-ka! BOOM-ts! Brrr-ka-ts-ts!
The street responded — lights pulsing, rails shifting.
His steps became music.
Boom-ts, chk-ka, brrrap!
The Echo Trackers lagged, their code unsynced.
“ERROR… RHYTHM BREACH.”
Kai jumped into a tunnel of sound.
A train of pure bass swallowed him whole.
VMMMMM… ts, ts… gone.
Above, the city blinked.
Somewhere, speakers cracked.
And for the first time in years…
a child on the rooftop bobbed their head.
To a beat.
Kai was gone.
But the rhythm had returned.
About the Creator
Mudasir Hakeemi
I am poor boy
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