The Aprisa

A herd of screams bellowed across the massive cornfield. A black figure made his way through the stalks of corn. He ran towards the hope of a clearing, but none came. He was trapped. He scanned the tops of the stalks, looking for a way out without being sited by the bellowers. Screams of anger turned into riots on the other side of the field. The man gave a sly smirk from the corner of his mouth.

 

They couldn’t catch him this time. The men made no attempt on foot; he was too fast. Like a bullet, he ran through the corn. Sweat dropped from his forehead and into his eyes. His breathing came heavier as his determination grew. Only if he knew how to get out! His face burned as helicopters filled the skyline with their floodlights scanning the dense crop. His speed building, his shoes on fire, and his legs pumping one after another had all control.  No one was getting this man unless he had a say.

 

He almost instinctively dove face first into the mud as a floodlight loomed over his body. His clothes made great camouflage for the rich soil. His once clean hoodie covered in mud. The only downfall to this was the extra weight the mud carried on him. Sirens throbbed in his ears with each stride. The field was endless, and there was nowhere to hide, so he put up his hood, picked up his head and took his chances.

 

His hood could be seen a mile away. People screamed, “There he is!” and “There, over there in the cornfield!” Children ranted as well. He was well known for his disorderly conduct. “Most wanted” was an understatement. This man’s name is Decolores Ancheltta, or recently known as ‘The Aprisa’.