Your breath was ragged as you ran without looking back once. You didn't want to make the mistake of slowing down, ignoring all attempts of your name being thrown. You ignored the burning in your chest, your body desperately trying to get air. As the sound of his shoes hit at a rapid pace on the wet concrete, louder and louder as he gained up on you. That was when a shiver of fear ran up your spine, taking control over you.

"Stop!"

The sound of his heavy breath echoed off the reverberation. You knew who it was - and the thought made your own heart pound in your chest. It was Paul Atreides, someone you grew up with but now was desperately afraid of.