𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Formula
"I'm, livin' for the thrill, formula..."
By Labrinth

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 in the distance caused the girls heart to pump faster and faster by the minute.

Daniella ran as quickly as her legs could take her, her breathing getting heavier as the police car approached closer.

The usually busy streets of Brooklyn were empty tonight, making it even easier for the cops to catch the girl.

But then again, Daniella Perez always did like a challenge.

Her shoes hit the concrete pavement as she dashed into a dark alley, a large smile on her face as she did so. She breathlessly laughed as she continued to run, the adrenaline and possibility of being caught making her feel more alive than ever.

Realizing she was in a dead end, she examined her surroundings, the sound of car doors slamming shut making her sweat.

"These guys are really up my ass tonight." She mumbled softly to herself.

Hard footsteps could be heard approaching her at a fast pace.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She whispered. Her head swung around, trying to find something to save her thieving ass from getting caught.

The only thing she found was a large dumpster at the very end of the alleyway.

"Man, this is gonna really suck..."

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The officer continued to check the perimeter, flashlight in one hand while the other was near the gun around his belt. He opened a trash can against the building wall, only finding trash bags filled with pungent garbage up to the brim.

"Ugh, gross." He sighed tiredly before turning to look over his shoulder. "Yeah John, nothin' over here!" He was quick to close the dumpster, running back over to his partner.

It wasn't until the cop car started up and drove away from that area that the lid to the dumpster swung open.

The teenage girl eagerly hopped out of the bin from under the trash, discarding the contents on the floor as her backpack was loosely hung over her shoulder.

"That was fucking disgusting." She yanked her black mask that covered the lower half of her face off, trying to breathe in fresh air that wasn't revolting waste.

Daniella pulled her black hood further over her face before nonchalantly walking out of the alley, appearing seemingly innocent to a regular bystander.

The short girl gripped her backpack strap cautiously as she kept walking.

And she didn't stop until she reached a tall building with a fire escape installed into the side of it.

Thankfully, it was pretty low to the ground, close enough to her reach.

She jumped up and grabbed onto the metal railing, pulling herself up until she was fully onto the platform. Wordlessly, she started up the flight of stairs, occasionally humming the song she was listening to through her headphones.

She made it up to the very top of the building a couple minutes later.

Daniella sat on the ledge of the building, her feet dangling as she looked at the view with a content smile.

"Alright, come to mama."

She took off her backpack and set it on her lap. She eyed it excitedly before unzipping the bag.

The teenager pulled out a pair of navy blue and grey Retro Jordan 4's, completely entranced by its beauty.

The stealer had been completely obsessed with these shoes for the last couple of months.

It was only a matter of time before she copped herself a pair.

They were perfect.

What wasn't perfect however, was the size.

"Are you kidding me?! All that trouble I went through for these damn shoes just for them to be 3 sizes too big?!"

She continued to whine like a little baby before sticking them back inside the bag with a sigh.

Her fingers found their way reaching to the bottom of her backpack for her camera.

If there was one thing that would make her feel better after all this, it was photography.

Looking around, she brought the camera lens up to her eye as the other winked shut.

What was she in the mood to capture tonight?

The moon? The stars? The city lights perhaps?

Any of those options would have been fine.

Well, that was until something else caught her attention.

"Wooo!"

Out into the distance, a teenage boy swung around his city dressed in a black and red spray-painted Spider-Man suit.

Unbeknownst to him, someone was watching closely.

Spider-Man easily landed on a tall structure three buildings down from Daniella to her left.

Without hesitation, she pointed her camera towards his direction and zoomed in. His back was facing her, giving her the perfect shot to go unnoticed.

She quickly snapped a photo, forgetting her camera had flash.

Her eyes widened at the realization. She saw as the superhero froze in his movements. Slowly, he started turning towards the girl.

Grabbing on to her backpack, she hurried down the fire escape, leaving the boy to vigilantly watch the building she previously was on.

Miles squinted curiously at the building three down from him, the eyes on his suit becoming thin and low.

'Did someone just take a picture of me?' He thought.

'Nah, it doesn't matter anyway.'

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