Run Away [luwoo]

One

His breath hitched as he felt something sharp pierced through his skin. 

Shit! 

He cursed under his breath when he found some kind of thick needle stuck in his right thigh. He pulled it out immediately before the venom could spread further into his system. His eyes squinted as he watched around the dimly lit surroundings for the remaining enemies. Something shiny flew towards him again, he immediately bend his body backwards and flipped behind a fallen cupboard for coverage. Knowing where the needles came from, he pulled a blade from his boots and threw it effortlessly towards the direction. Groans of pain and the sound of weigh hitting the ground signaling it was a perfect hit.

It's a set up, why didn't i knew it sooner!

He gritted his teeth as he rushed down the hallway, blood dripped from his left arm. A big shard of glass stuck there but he didn't give a damn about it, but his head started to spin. 

Double shit, he thought.

The penthouse was a wreck, dead bodies were laying on the floor. He was passing through them when he was tackled down the floor. One of the dead guy probably were not dead enough. He dropped on his back beside the guy. As expected, the guy quickly hover above him, trapping him with his weigh. He suppressed a groan when the guy pressed on his bleeding arm.

"Wanna play, tough guy?" His voice slurred husky, a mischievous smirk painted his face.

He wrapped his legs around his waist and with one swift move he flipped their body around. His firm grip held the guy down by the shoulder.

"Let's have some fun shall we?" He leaned down then captured his lips. His hands slowly travel to his jaw and the back of his head. The guy's hand also slides down and slipped to his back pocket before pulling out one of his blades. He was about to stab him when he pulled out from the kiss. 

"No cheating." He said in front of his lips before snapping his neck in an instant. The blade dropped from the guy's hand in a clank.

"Such a waste he's cute." He got up and picked his blade. Not wasting any time, he slipped through the window, climbed his way up a few floors and jumped to another building.

He got himself to a specific locker and change his attire in a rush. He pulled the glass shard in his arm then wrapped it tight with a piece of fabric he tore from his previous clothes. He pushed his hair up and wore a maroon beanie. He put a round glasses on and grabbed his bag before walking to the nearest staircase, down the lobby and exited the building. He walked down the crowded sidewalk trying to stay low till he got a few distance away. But his consciousness started to drip off of him. 

Not now, i can't pass out now. 

He kept telling himself until he took a glimpse on a glass window that reflected two suspicious person tailing hot on his trails. He observed closely, then one of them met his eyes on the reflection. The guy slowly put his hand behind his coat who could only means he was going to open fire. 

He found an opportunity as he saw a fruit stall a few feet away. He pulled a few nearest boxes along the way. Different kind of fruits scattered all over the sidewalk. Some of the pedestrians were tripped on their feet, some stopped on their track and a few more trying to help by gathering up the mess. Hopefully it'll slow them down a little. He took a quick glance over his shoulder and saw the two men stumbled on people around them but still had their eyes on him. He took the opportunity to make a run, took a quick turn and entered another building.

He couldn't do much but to hide in this situation. Driving would be too risky because he could pass out anytime soon. He headed down to the basement by the staircase to kept himself awake rather than the elevator.

As he step down the stairs, his vision began to blur and his balance was as good as a toddler. He rolled down a few steps as he lost his footing. It got him a bruised ankle and a yet again bleeding scars as he pressed on his left arm as he rolled down. But that doesn't stopped him, he got back on his feet and limped his way across the basement.

Making his way to a nearest car, he grabbed a tiny remote control from his bag and pressed a few button. The trunk immediately clicked open, he then swung his bag inside before slipping to the trunk himself. He slammed it shut right before his consciousness giving up on him.