Mankind is a disease, a virus punished to plague this world for their myriads of sins. I'm just that VIRUS that stood out amongst the rest to hasten that inevitable omen - Virus.
He had finally caught her, the SCARLET KILLER, he was helping the female officer who got her right leg amputated by the bomb blast when he saw her. From his experience in the army as a professional sniper, there's only one place you could get that kind of clear shot and he triangulates it back to the bright shimmering glass hotel with the shooter on the rooftop, her. He sees the stark horror in her expression then she suddenly disappears. He carries the weeping officer and drops her off with a medic, wincing as pain shot up his body from his injured left leg. He keeps his eyes on the building, limping as fast as he can, towards the hotel.
She's there, I've finally caught her and won't let her out of my sight.
The hotel was about a block away, a five minutes walk but will be a ten minutes limp for him.
I need to move faster.
He scans around quickly for anything to make his motion swift. Nothing. He limps forward, urging his aching leg to comply with him.
He darts towards the curb, using the green decaying benches on the pavement as a support and boost. Latching onto anything that could grant him support, increasing his pace.
Just a few buildings away.
He surges forward through the busy traffic of the street, some of the drivers oblivious to what just happened to the shops by the precinct. He throws caution to the wind and rushes through the busy traffic of the street, stretching out a hand ahead of him to avoid being run down. Now he's on the next pavement, a few buildings away from the hotel.
I hope she hasn't escaped.
He hopes. Just praying that she didn't follow the back door of the hotel or any emergency exit. The curb is a lot busier than the other, clusters of bodies on the pavement unabling him to access the benches or poles, so he surges forward on his own.
She mustn't escape, no matter what.
He darts his eyes towards a teenage boy with dark cropped hair, on a skateboard headed his way. He quickly makes for his badge and flashes it at the boy, shoving him off the board and takes off. Though now he's question his intellect.
It was so much better when I was running.
And it truly was. He places his right leg on the board and uses his bad leg for thrust. Though everyone is looking at him strangely, a grown black man covered in soot, riding a skateboard and also being chased by an enraged teenager yelling at him for stealing his board.
It's all in a days work.
He gets to the end of the pavement faster than before and gets off the board, the boy directly behind his trail snatches his board instantly muttering some racist comment about black people and their usual habit of stealing.
He doesn't care, he leans against a traffic light, his eyes on the prize as she rushes out of the hotel and pauses in her tracks. Fear clearly written on her face, as they hold each other stares, locked in a staring contest, unfazed by the passers-by until she breaks it to glance at her right shoulder.
Shit. Where's she?.
In a blink of an eye she's off, running down the pavement trying to evade him. He just rolls his eyes at how cliché this is and joins in the race, but at a very much slower pace. Conveniently for him, a young blonde delinquent on an electric scooter is headed his way. He sends forth his hand and shoves the boy of his scooter, startling the passers-by and quickly cruises to his left, neglecting the busy traffic on the road, joining the angry drivers on the road, squeezing through tight spaces and manoeuvring by passing cars, chasing after her. The pain in his left leg shooting into his body excruciatingly, turning his face light red but he doesn't let it deter him.
He manoeuvres through the busy traffic, hot on her trail. His focus is paired, one focusing on his prey, the other on the busy road. She cuts left to another block, shoving and dodging through the crowd, down the sidewalk. He cuts through the traffic, bashing the scooter into the black Peugeot beside him and shoots off before the driver alights to strangle him, cutting through the traffic carelessly, several cars nearly running him down, the horns from angry drivers flaring at him.
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