He Came Back Running Novels & Stories

He dipped both hands into his pockets as he stared hard at me from my head down to my toes. “It is late.” He muttered, still remaining where he stood. “I went for a jog and recalled I forgot something, so I came to get it and here you are.” “I didn’t ask you to explain.” I answered boldly even though my heart was about to come out of my chest just by seeing him. “You don’t have to explain why you came back….”

Flashing him a smile, I turned around and broke into a full sprint. Behind me, I heard him let out a string of curses. With a triumphant smile on my face, I quickened my pace, ignoring the aches in my ribs. I ran until I was panting like a thirsty dog. When I stopped to catch my breath, I heard a loud, ruffling sound behind me. Horrified, I started to run again, only to stumble and crash on the ground, reopening the previous injury on my toe.

He turned to me, and suddenly my will to run was pumped back into me. I got up, I turned around, and I run for my dear life.

Finally, reluctantly, he nodded. “Alright. But if you need me—” “I won’t.” I turned and ran, shifting mid-stride. My bones cracked and reformed, fur bursting through my skin. Within seconds, I was on four legs, racing through the forest toward the safety of the dorm. But something made me stop in my tracks and I ran back to Clark— confused and more surprised why I came back. “You came back.” His voice etched with a little happiness. “I don’t know, but—-.”

When Andy came back, I looked at him calmly and said, "I'm not running anymore. I'm going back." He panicked at once. "What? You can't do that. You'll be walking straight to your doom!" Snorting, I replied, "Then so be it."

A dare. Come and get him. "Let’s go," I said. We ran back to the car. The hunt wasn't over. It had just turned into a war.

When he pulled back we were both shaking. “Run,” he whispered against my lips one last time. “But know I’m faster.” Then he was gone.

“Shit. Jill—” He bucked hard under my arm. I let him up because the name had already started rearranging the entire picture into a shape I didn’t want to look at yet. He scrambled to his feet, ignored the gravel burns on his palms and the knee of his jeans, and ran—not away from us into the deeper trees, but back the way we had come, back toward the house we had just fled, back toward the open door and the smell and the body. “Who’s Jill?” I shouted after him.

"What did you just call me?" "N-nothing" he said in a short stutter. "Come on, let's get you out of here" He help me up but I couldn't stand properly. "I sprained my ankle" I told him. He turns and bend his back. "Hop on" he said. I hop on his back and he starts running towards the exit. Soon we made it outside the gate, he stops a cab and watch me enter. As soon as the cab starts moving, he runs back inside.

he said, snapping things back to the here and now. “I … I wasn’t sure. Just, running,” I said, trying to look bashful. “Well stop being stupid and get back in the house, don’t try to run again,” he said, and just like that, he disappeared. I let out a hard breath and stalked back to the house.