Element Lord
01-07-2007, 11:41 PM
writing this one differently.
I took one more look at marcus. he knew what i was about to do. my eyes flicked down the opposite end of the hallway. I saw the boots, followed by the burly men wearing them. i turned and jumped out the window. "YOU *******!" I hear marcus scream at me.
the angle of my jump shot to the wall of the building next to me. i grabbed onto a drain pipe and hoped the rubber grips on my gloves would slow me enough that i wouldn't hit the ground too hard. i held on for dear life as the ground shot toward me at a sickening rate. gradually my fall slowed. I came to a stop 4 feet from the ground. i hopped off and ran towards an empty garage across the street.
i picked the lock and went towards a large canvas tarp in the back. I threw it off to reveal two motorcycles. I glanced at the other one sadly. No need for it anymore. I started the engine and drove out a back loading dock. in the distance I heard sirens. time to head home.
the ride back seemed to take forever. everytime i heard the scream of a far off siren I would tense up and my hand would instinctively jerk in the direction of my pocket, to my gun. at one point a cruiser drove past me in the direction of a museum. i nearly lost control of the bike.
I was nearly there. only five or six blocks to go. by now i was much calmer. I may have botched the job, but at least i was ok. at least I was ok. I was thinking so hard about what to do next, that I didn't notice until it was too late. police cruisers surrounding me. I gunned the engine in a futile attempt at escape. but there were too many of them! my heart raced.
"step away from the motorcycle," a man said through a loud speaker. I got off of the bike and stood next to it. a circle of police, guns drawn, was quickly closing around me. I reached in my pockets. In my left I wrapped my hand around the handle of my gun. in my right, i grasped a high-tech grappling hook. courtesy of Izzy Labs. fight or run, I was ready.
what would YOU do?
I took one more look at marcus. he knew what i was about to do. my eyes flicked down the opposite end of the hallway. I saw the boots, followed by the burly men wearing them. i turned and jumped out the window. "YOU *******!" I hear marcus scream at me.
the angle of my jump shot to the wall of the building next to me. i grabbed onto a drain pipe and hoped the rubber grips on my gloves would slow me enough that i wouldn't hit the ground too hard. i held on for dear life as the ground shot toward me at a sickening rate. gradually my fall slowed. I came to a stop 4 feet from the ground. i hopped off and ran towards an empty garage across the street.
i picked the lock and went towards a large canvas tarp in the back. I threw it off to reveal two motorcycles. I glanced at the other one sadly. No need for it anymore. I started the engine and drove out a back loading dock. in the distance I heard sirens. time to head home.
the ride back seemed to take forever. everytime i heard the scream of a far off siren I would tense up and my hand would instinctively jerk in the direction of my pocket, to my gun. at one point a cruiser drove past me in the direction of a museum. i nearly lost control of the bike.
I was nearly there. only five or six blocks to go. by now i was much calmer. I may have botched the job, but at least i was ok. at least I was ok. I was thinking so hard about what to do next, that I didn't notice until it was too late. police cruisers surrounding me. I gunned the engine in a futile attempt at escape. but there were too many of them! my heart raced.
"step away from the motorcycle," a man said through a loud speaker. I got off of the bike and stood next to it. a circle of police, guns drawn, was quickly closing around me. I reached in my pockets. In my left I wrapped my hand around the handle of my gun. in my right, i grasped a high-tech grappling hook. courtesy of Izzy Labs. fight or run, I was ready.
what would YOU do?