❛ chasing you ❜ | peter parker

Chapter 3

Once the restaurant door shut behind Licia, she took it as her cue to begin the plan.

She quickly glanced back at the restaurant, noticing her mother was distracted; dealing with her grandfather who had just spilt red wine all down his front. Licia ran across the trafficked road and into the dimly-lit alleyway across the street. Luckily the alleyway was more or less empty, it was the habitat to a couple rats and a stray cat so Licia didn't mind. The girl made her way towards the single garbage container at the far corner and pulled it away from the wall, revealing an all-black bike, with a navy backpack rested on it.

The girl snatched the bag and ripped it open, revealing a museum of clutter which included a slick black-cat suit. Grabbing the cat-suit the girl swiftly undressed, trying to be as incognito as possible so she would not get caught. She discarded her dress and shoes prior and stuffed them into the bottom of her backpack as she shrugged it over her shoulder.

As she walked along and out the alleyway, leaving her bike for future conveniences, her hand carefully opened to reveal a black thin mask, just enough to conceal her identity to the stupefied eye. Moments before she rejoined the street she slipped the mask on, hiding herself once again.

Licia strutted down the alleyways and towards the bank entrance. She plopped down her bag as she reached a slender hand into its depths, retrieving three of the compact bombs. The bombs had little suction cups on the bottom of them so they could attach to any solid surface. She stuck one bomb near the top of the door, and the other on the bottom. The third bomb was placed between them, right in the middle.

Making sure nobody was walking by, she pressed the 'activate' button and stepped back.

Immediately a small blast erupted, only covering about two meters sq, not harming anyone. The smoke from the bombs cleared and introduced a mangled double door, which had a rather noticeable hole in it surrounded by bits of hot metal and fire. Almost immediately mediocre police officers began to utter numbers into their walkie-talkies.

Licia quickly rushed in, trying to avoid the stares of passers by. The main lobby was dark, and just as she expected, checkered floor, marble front desk used for cash ins and outs. The whole room was stained a washed out dark green, not the friendliest of colours. The only source of light was the ones in the diving hallways, bedside the desk, and the streetlights from outside, which seeped through the broken door.

Suddenly two doors slammed were slammed open, and out came running a couple armed officers with batons.

"Shit" Licia breathed, knowing she should have done more of her research about the bank and could have easily avoided this situation. The first man came running towards her, swinging his baton. He aimed for her abdomen but she swiftly moved out of its way, doing so, Licia grabbed ahold of the stick and pushed it back into the man, letting go as he fell onto the ground. She's stronger than the average male, as you can see.

The other man, like the first man came running towards her, aiming for a different approach. He swung back and punched her in the jaw earning a hiss of pain in reward, then he kicked her in the shins. She buckled down onto the floor, the man started kicking her again, but in the stomach, ouch. She managed to reach onto his ankles, forcing them to buckle together and cause him to almost come crashing down on top of her; luckily she moved out of the way in time to avoid being flattened.

She stood up and was met by the first man, again, he swung a punch but this time Licia knew better. She ducked out the way and realised her fist, swiftly bringing it back then landing a hit right on the bridge of his nose. The man stumbled back, bewildered to what just happened, he clasped his nose as he backed away towards a wall, where he slipped down and sat on the floor as he whined in pain.