On the run

They found me

I clambered up a stable looking ladder which led me to the roof of an abandoned hotel, the roof completely flat but covered in thousands of pigeons. I had to be a still statue so they didn't fly away and give my location to them.

10 black silhouettes taking a wrong turning leading to a dead end; I took my chance. I descended the ladder and jumped down and held in my yelp as I forgot about my twisted ankle.

A shadow passed through the light of the lamp post, my head turned, my heart started to beat faster. Beads of sweat sat on my face, surprising me as I was numbed cold. My stance changed; from huddled up trying to keep warm to strong and ready.

Dressed in black to hide in the night; I put it in my back pocket. The shiny metal catching the light from the lamp post, luckily he didn't notice. I slid through the beam of light, my heart pounding faster, falling in sync with his. I noticed his stance change, he looked ready. Ready to face it. To face me. To face us.

I held my breath for complete silence to listen. I heard multiple breaths. I started to panic as my heart race increased further still. Knowing I wasn't alone, I walked to a more open space where I would be able to see them; fight them. I thought I knew one of them. I think a phycological connection was around. Scared for my life, I gingerly stepped out of the darkness of the night into the light.

He moved out of the shadows; to see us all. He had sense, he was smart. I noticed he was injured; maybe the others got to him before we did. Shit. I signalled them to move down and get ready.

10 figures jumped out of the dark startling me as my eyes adjusted to their faces. My heart races faster with adrenaline. My pupils hardened. I was, this time, ready.

I was the most experienced out of us. I noticed every weakness of my target. I sent secret messages to them and we decided the first move, get him down. His foot is weak.

It looked like they were communicating to eachother. My heart beated at an unhealthy pace. My fingertips sparked as they clenched into a fist. The only thing with bad guys is they give you no warning, no weapons, and no time to fix wounds. My leg still bleeding, my mouth constantly spilling blood.

He opened his mouth to breath, he spat out blood on the floor, obviously weakened by them. This made our job easier. He pulled his fists to his face, his only weapon. It was clear we were going to win.