caprice: Pursuit

He runs and runs and runs. He is pursued, but he is not afraid. He runs simply because he must. He runs fast, and he runs hard. He does not tire, nor does he slow. He has no name, for he was only moments ago born from the terrible heat of fire. It was fire that gave him his strength; fire hardened his flesh and gave him life. He is not human, but his pursuer is. His pursuer is getting tired. His pursuer looks down on our little man, for he is a giant in comparison. Our friend looks back and only giggles derisively. His pursuer looks infuriated. They run and run and run. As of yet, their distance has neither waxed nor waned, but now the distance grows. The man grows tired, but his rage urges him on his chase. Though he is larger and longer legged, the little one is swift of foot and he laughs devlishly as he flees. The pursuant man stops, and he sees his prey turn, still running, and shout back at him: Run, run, run as fast as you can. You can't catch me...