"H-hey...  w-wait!"  the boy called out as the ghouls darted after the escaping criminal.  "So, you are guilty of this."  he gritted his teeth before sprinting towards the street.  Suddenly, what seemed like a time for talking turned into a high-speed pursuit as they raced down the lonely slums of Darkwell.  As the pitter-patters of water resounded between the walls, Leon increased his pace whilst the ghouls scampered and crawled on the walls, their eyes fixated upon the running convict-- their mouths opened in choked sneers and jeers.  "If you weren't guilty of that murder, you wouldn't be running away, scum!"  Leon shouted after the man, hopping over a pair of crates that were lying about.  His shoes splashed on a puddle, causing liquid beads to fly into the air before being sliced apart by the pursuing specters.  "I'll make sure the Shadow Isles won't corrupt you by burying you in the ground!"  his voice echoed once more as he felt the familiar grip of fatigue on his limbs, and the ominous tightening of his chest.

[i]"Leon Kohlberg?"

"Yeah?"

"You have a condition..."

"And, I assume that it's gonna spell the end of me?"

"Yes.  That is, if you don't follow a prescribed lifestyle."

A deep sigh escaped his nostrils before he focused his lavender eyes on the medicine man.  "A'right, doc.  Lay it on me."

The doctor twirled his goatee before sitting down on the stool opposite of Leon, his dark eyes burdened with a revelation he would have wished he could not announce.  "You see..."
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"No, I cannot think about that right now!"  Leon bellowed before jumping into the air and landing on one of the ghouls, causing the specter to propel him forward, and give him a few meters of distance from this runner.  "If you won't stop, I'll make you stop!"  the boy lunged, leaping over a metal bin before recalling his ghouls to his side.  The specters vanished in jets of light, merging with Leon in a flashy spark.  Empowered, Leon jumped off the bin towards the man.  His hand scratched the air as the shovel faded into his grip with a blue flash of light.  Like an angel of justice, Leon delivered his final verdict with his shovel smashing against the earth, causing a fissure to erupt and curve a few inches in front of the runner in an attempt to trip him.  As the miniature gorge came into existence, an orange ghoul burst forth from the rubble and tried to claw out at the criminal.

[i]"Is this the part where I ask how long I have to live?"  Leon chuckled airily, his eyes more interested in observing his trembling hands.  At this moment, everything seemed more interesting than the x-ray charts the good doctor had plastered all over the white screen.  A few cracks here and there were seen near his chest cavity.

"You only live as long as you want to."  the doctor replied, taking off his stethoscope and sauntering over to his desk.

Leon stood up with a sigh as he took his jacket and tied it around his waist.  "Bullshit."  he growled.  "Try telling that to Sarah."  
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His breath escaped him as his chest tightened to extreme measures.  In an instant, Leon fell forward to the ground as his mouth opened in a desperate attempt to keep his lungs occupied with air.  It seems as though, his lungs were too small, and there was too little air.

[@TheWinchester4]