Captive

The blood runs down
his fingers.
The rain soaks his
clothes.
He runs but goes
no where.

He falls to his knees,
head in his hands.

Somewhere in the distance
a scream is heard.

A light from overhead appears.
They are here.
They're coming for him.
Just like they came for her.

It may be to late for her,
but not for him.

He stands and runs toward
his enemy.
They fall to the ground.

He runs for the door.
And runs on.
He has escaped for now.
But they will come for him again,
And when they do, he will be ready..