"Run, make sure I don't catch you, because if I catch you-", his gaze finds yours and you can see the devil behind it "-make sure I don't catch you". He doesn't need to tell you twice before you sprint out of his car, fear coursing through your veins...and maybe excitement.

Was it ever a good idea to piss this man off? No. But did you did it so well, you might as well be awarded a Nobel prize for it. It's quiet, too damn quiet. You were running like your life depended on it and it honestly might have. He was hot on your heels but you could barely hear him, it made it all the more terrifying. It was getting dark but the woods made it darker. How could you forget he enjoyed the chase? He enjoyed this.

Don't look back, you chant to yourself repeatedly as you push forward, your legs burning and lungs screaming for you to stop and take a break, but at this point, you might as well slit your own throat and call it a day before you ever let a pissed off Aero get his hands on you.