"Hunting is not a sport. In a sport; both sides should know they're in the game." – Paul Rodriguez
Run, run, run.
That was all they did – it was all they could do. There was no option other than run. Run for their lives, run from their lives, run from them, run from everything. They heard and saw nothing but the promises of what could be ahead of them.
Freedom, safety, anything but what was behind them.
They ran until their feet went numb and kept going still until all of the nerves in their bodies had shunned them and even then they did not stop. They ran until they reached a wall of concrete and wire, a fence meant to stop people like them from reaching all the promises of futures yet to come.
They could hear the dogs and the yelling, they could hear guns being loaded and all they could comprehend was getting away. The wire stung and cut as they pulled themselves up it, it sliced their numb flesh and still they didn't stop. Still, they couldn't stop.
A gunshot. A miss.
Another one, another miss.
BAM. A hit, in the oldest's upper arm and still they climbed. Climbed until they could jump across and keep running.
Running, running, running.
They ran past the gunfire and the yelling and then there was water. A large river taunting their path as if to say that they would never be free.
They ignored the taunt and they swam. They swam the length of the waters for that was what they were born to do. It was what they were designed to do and once they were done swimming, again they ran.
Ran into the freedom and to the green that they had never seen before. They ran toward the mountains they didn't know the name of into the world they couldn't' describe without a thought of how they would survive the future or if they would be able to at all.
All that mattered to the them was that they were away from what they had left behind.
There was nothing better than that.
Euthanasia from the Greek εὐθανασία meaning "good death": εὖ, eu (well or good) + θάνατος, thanatos (death)
Also called mercy killing. The act of putting to death painlessly or allowing to die, as by withholding extreme medical measures, a person or animal suffering from an incurable, especially a painful, disease or condition.
"Outward Euthanasia"—"outward" used to distinguish from a spiritual concept—the Euthanasia "which regards the preparation of the soul."
[A/N] So, this is the beginning of the rewritten story, Euthanasia. The prologue is the same as before, I didn't feel it needed to be changed in any way.
As I post chapters, you will notice similarities if you read the original unfinished story. Some paragraphs I just copy and pasted, but a lot were reworded. The first few chapters will stay the same, plot-wise because it kept to my original idea. This story will take time, I find rewriting things to be ridiculously tedious and I hate it, I just wanted to admit that from the start. The only thing motivating me is that people will be reading.
There was a concern in the original run from the title "Euthanasia." This story does not focus on character death- I do not promise there will be none, but it is not the primary focus. The title centers around outward Euthanasia, the spiritual side of the word.
There is a meaning behind numbers, and in the next chapter I will go more in depth with them. If you are just now joining the ride, I hope you will enjoy this story, I have put a lot of thought into this.