The lost child stories series

       
Continuation
THE RUNAWAY
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Yaru woke from momentarily, of what is rather a brief sleep. He arrived at the building, feeling so tired. He was starving like a caged tiger that was deliberately denied of food, to suppress her of the aggressiveness to hurt someone. He could not explain his stomach,  the rumblings noises is so unintelligible to differentiate between hunger and sleep. All so mixed up that what he felt wasn't tiredness that would have put him completely in a deep sleep. But fatigue body feelings and souring of stomach.  His sleep was half awake,half dozing. Though his body weakness would not allowed him to react as quick as his sleep suggest. His sleeping was interrupted by a sound at the other end of the building. He couldn't tell from the sound who or what makes such noise, yet he is sure that something is coming. The sounds echoing toward his direction where he laid still, his heart shuddered. "Who will that be, the mads or something more dangerous". He made a mental guess. "Whatever it is, I will confront it. I should better die struggling to save myself,  than wait to get killed without an attempt to survive". Showing bravery in his heart for a fight which he knows he will not win. But to satisfy his survival instinct, he has to get rid of such thought of losing a surviving  battle.
The sound came more closer to his hideout. He moved to adjust his spread legs, parked them. Loose his hands from the cheeks to make him appear more ready for the fight,  he lifted his back against the wall he was leaning on. Just before he could stand up for more stamina, a voice shouted suddenly. "Who are you, madman?", It follows with a long guffaw. With the this question,  Yaru muscles weak. He couldn't get up, rather he clung against the wall tide out of sudden fear. The mad came sight full with him, the appearance was rather little rough. Wore a robe gown, half tore at the back side between the spinal cord and the waist. And the rest intact. Black in colour with only the chest side which was decorated with a brown stylish colour,  the cloth not too dirty as it supposed. The head was carelessly left uncovered, which makes the hair more disgusting and uncurl multiple colours. No shoes on, except the covered gray dust that gathered around the foot as a result of the bare foot walking on the streets.  "Madman, answer me", shouted the mad again upon the silence of Yaru.
" I'm not a madman", Yaru managed to say. Amidst the fear of being strangled.
The mad moved near again, and now with a akimbo walking like a champion of athlete in point of receiving an award.
"If you are not a madman, then what are you", said the mad. With yet again long but scourge laugh. Making more advance to Yaru position,  Yaru took steps backwards in preparation of running.
"I'm sane and sound", Yaru said. With the intention to answer no more further questions. But to run off to a more safer place.
"No, you are not, but a madman", said the mad. "Only our kinds are living in this building".
Yaru thought to himself." am I mad, she is right i am now living with the mads. I'm not. Only a lone wanderer,  that is who I am. And not a mad person".
"Do not run, I will not hurt you". Said the mad. With a serious voice. "You think all mads are aggressive?, do not think so my son".
Upon hearing my son,  Yaru nerves became weak. Why would this woman called him her son, a mad woman. He could not believe her, may be she is luring him to catch him. Yaru stood there, without a word nor either move to her or run away. But continued to stared at her with bizarre attention.
"Come on my son, fear not", said the mad woman. "You are home now, make yourself at home".
The way the mad woman talks lately,  makes Yaru not only confused but, also fearful. He know that his mother was dead long time ago, and he was told that deaths doesn't raise after they were buried.
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