Chichester Mansion

Mad Scientist

"A scientist in his laboratory is not a mere technician: he is also a child confronting natural phenomena that impress him as though they were fairy tales."

-Marie Curie

Eclair's POV

"5 meters."

A slight nod, one that's hardly noticeable was his response.

"3."

He cocked his gun and positioned it behind his ears, preparing to fire at any necessary moment.

"You're up."..
This time, his head was visible from the car we were hiding from. It was his time to show his face to the killer we've been chasing for twenty two hours and fifty seven minutes now.

Bang!

Bang!

I flinched as I heard the gunshot coming from Al's nonsmoking ammo since its creatively loaded with dart bullets, not lethal at all. Even if it hits Raven it would would be too miraculous to even tickle him. Good thing about it is that it induces sleep though the creative part I meant was the floral carnation design of the dart bullets...quite an attraction I must say.

I'd be lying if I told you it was easy to paralyze the man we were trying to catch. For one he was wearing some sort of a thick polarized glasses, as if it suits him.

Bang!

He seems to have planned this whole thing, this drama...from committing a crime up to his last breathe, I mean his escape plans.

I hate to say this but...
"He knows where we're going and what we're going to do. He's anticipating our every move and he's-"
Bang!

"One step ahead of us?" He finished  the statement for me.

"Most likely, yes." All criminals are, I think. The police is usually the one doing the chasing.

Bang!

"Are you sure?" He asked.
Ah-refreshing. We were having such a nice conversation while chasing a suspect.

A mass murderer, too fond of the female race he decides to kill them to preserve what he adores about them, the art their is rather magnificent because the bodies of the victims don't rot... except that any person with their heads not broken would think his ingenuity is not put to waste.

Bang! Bang!

We were so engrossed with our little fun time that we didn't spare a quick moment or even a glance, to wave our hands and show our smiles to some people who's manipulating their camera lenses to stare at us.

"Yes"

Huh! I could only imagine what the articles' content would be...

'Dersenia's special investigation division chases the creator of lovely corpses with a toy gun. Will they ever act the way they should be? Is there ever a hope for them to be normal?'

Horrendous. I know.

"Not quite, I don't agree in the slightest."

Bang!

His calm demeanor would make you wonder why there is a need for the word 'shouting' and 'screaming' to exist.

"Why is that?!" My voice rose up because our distance was growing apart since he could run so fast.

He stopped beside a light post and we went inside a car he so effortlessly borrowed. Not stole. Borrowed..and we chased the suspect again for the longest time.
"Its because I have you."