Chiron Academy

Chapter 12- Part Two

Grumbling under his breath, Wyatt pushed his weary leg muscles into the best run he could manage at that moment. He had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other, but he managed to keep the mugger in sight as he approached the fence.

He managed to reach the fence just as the mugger was about to swing over the fence to the other side. There was no way Wyatt could catch up with him in the climb, so in a fit of desperation, he jumped up onto the fence and reached for one of the man's leg above him.

Wyatt just managed to catch the fabric of the man's pant leg, pulling down as hard as he could from his precarious position on the fence. His other hand that was holding onto the fence felt the steel bite into his skin as he tightened his grip. To no avail, however: the man managed to kick his leg out of Wyatt's grasp and jump down the other side of the fence.

It was some small consolation to Wyatt that man fell hard, and as he ran towards the mid-renovation building, he did so with a slight limp. Granted, he was still on the other side of the fence from Wyatt so it wasn't that big of a help.

Wyatt gritted his teeth as he willed his legs to launch him up the chain link fence. He reminded himself that if he lost the guy in the building, he might lose him forever.

Wyatt threw himself over the fence just in time to see the mugger hoist himself up into one of the low windows in the building.

Sprinting across the concrete that separated them, Wyatt managed to reach the window only a few seconds behind the mugger. The rush of the last few minutes had definitely caught up with him; his breaths were coming in increasingly heavy wheezes.

Hoisting himself up the open window ledge, Wyatt poked his head into the dark building. It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary: it looked like a fairly standard apartment, just minus any furniture. This room seemed to have a few small holes in the walls and the floor. If Wyatt had to guess he'd figure they were probably for electrical or plumbing work.

But where is our guy? Wyatt wondered to himself.

He was nowhere in sight as Wyatt scanned the barren room. The access holes in the floor and ceiling were too small for an adult to fit through. There were two doors leading out of the room, one of which was open and, from what Wyatt could tell in the faint glow from the street lights outside, it led into an equally barren hallway.

Could he be down there? Wyatt asked himself as he peered through the ajar door.

Wyatt hadn't been that far behind the guy. He couldn't have gotten too far ahead in the few seconds Wyatt had been in the room. Wyatt paused for a second and strained his ears for any sound surrounding them. All he could hear was his own heavy breaths filling in the empty room.

But then, suppose the other man was also breathing hard...

Wyatt held his breath and listened.

The sound of heavy breathing was just audible from under the closed door.

Bingo, Wyatt thought, grinning.

Wyatt started to tiptoe as slowly as he could towards the door.

Now came the punching and kicking bit. That worked for Wyatt. After the rigors of the day, he was ready for a very simple dust-up, where some guy and he trade blows. After everything that had happened today, he looked forward to something simple.

In one quick motion, Wyatt swung the door open to reveal a small bathroom. To his right were the sink and toilet leading up into the tub which was outfitted with a very simple white shower sheet.

Assuming he's not in under the sink, Wyatt pondered, that leaves the...

Wyatt pulled back the curtain in one swift motion.