Prepared

Chapter 1: The Chase

I wake up to a loud knocking.

Who could that be? I live in an old abandoned apartment complex. No one ever comes here. No one even knows I live here. I get up off the leather couch that is completely falling apart, and grab my knife under the tattered pillow. I silently walk down the stairs to the front door. I look through the peep hole and see five men dressed in dark suits outside. Who the hell are these guys? Why are they here? I debate whether I should open the door or not. My curiosity wins, and before I could think what a bad idea this is the door creaks open slowly. It's not like I get many visitors.

"Hello," the man in the front says with a smile. A fake smile. He has a heavy accent. I just couldn't put a finger on it yet.

I just raise my eyebrow up towards his ice blue eyes, almost as if I'm questioning him. I hide my knife behind me ready to strike if needed.

"Jensen Evans, we need you to come with us,"he says seriously. Ah now I got it, Russian.

My heart skips a beat. How do they know my name? Why would I go with them? Do they really think I'm stupid?

It's not like I know any of them. They don't exactly look welcoming either. This I why I don't answer the damn door. I mean it's not like anyone ever even knocks at my door.

I let out a fake laugh then turn completely serious, and slam the door in their faces. Bolting the metal door shut. That's what I love about the metal door it wasn't wood, so they won't be able to knock it down. I heard a loud bang. They have guns! Who are these guys?!

I sprint up stairs to the second floor. I hear them kick down the door, running inside.

I dash to the window open it, and look outside checking to see if they surrounded the perimeter. They haven't so I crawled out. I step onto a narrow ledge that leads to the fire escape. I'm not afraid of heights, so this is not difficult.

As I drop down to the lower level I can feel my heart beating furiously in my chest, and I smile because I'm alive.

Once I reach the fire escape I jump down from the last level story flipping in the air and accomplishing a perfect landing onto the asphalt. Still haven't lost it.

The men are now at the window shooting at me, but aren't following. I still book it down the alley out of the area. I have always had a escape plan more then one of them, I lived a cautious and secret life ever since I watched my dad die.

I don't stop running until I am sure they don't follow. I slump down on a wall. I need to walk to the city which isn't far. I feel my pocket for my knife to reassure me that it is still there.

I got up still breathing hard, but my breath is starting to slow. I walk about a half mile. I reach the city taking it in.

I don't come out very often to go to the city except when I really need food or extra clothing etc. and to help anyone in need. I always go at night usually, this sucks cause it's about mid day. Normally I never paid for my things. I couldn't.

I walk down the sidewalk hoping to not catch attention. I have a lot of time till dark. Great, what the hell am I supposed to do? I have no where to go. All I've got Is on me which isn't much, and I still don't even know why those men were after me. I have no idea what I am supposed to do!

A group of girls giggling girls pull me out of my thoughts, as they walk past me whispering to each other. I ignore them and continue walking down the concrete.

I pass time by sitting at a park under a tree. Keeping a watchful eye out for the cops. Until I felt hungry. I reach into my pocket remembering I had a stray five dollar bill. I don't have a lot of money, but I couldn't steal everything. I saunter to a hot dog stand and buy a hot dog( obviously), and a water.