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| On The Run | Started by: DanK on Jan 19, '08 14:42 |
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The sirens were going off, it was dark, I had no idea where I was running. The only thoughts going through my mind were to escape. If I got caught, I was dead. You see, I had alread had three strikes. The first was for brandeshing a fire arm at a jeweler at the age of 15. The second was for suppying drugs outside a local school. I knew that if the police caught me, I would be put down like a dog. They had been searching for me for years. Ever since I got out of the slammer for the drug dealing, I had left a trail of destruction, crime and unhappy kids at Christmas behind. Numerous times I was arrested. By everytime nothing could be proved. This time things were different, however. I had killed another man. And Their were witnesses. I knew that if I was caught, I would suffer the death penalty, no matter if it could be proved or not. The sirens were getting closer. I saw a fence and jumped it. Damn, that was not a nice landing. I think I have turned my ankle. Oh well, the pain I am suffering now is bareable compared to that of dying. I just had to keep running. Get ouit of the city and into the forest. I would be safe their. IT was not my fault anyway. All I wanted was a sandwich. That four-eyed ginger man should not of pushed in front. Then I would not of said anything. It was his wife. She said I should respect my elders. I said that she should respect me and get on her knees. Thats when the guy hit me. You do not hit me. Within a flash, he was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. The gun was still smooking. Other customers looked at me like I was a cold hearted killer. I did the only sensible thing and ran. I could see the bridge just ahead of me. The sirens had died down. I knew I was safe. With the gun still in my hand, I knew that my best defence would be if I got rid of it. I was now running alongisde the river, so thought it would be best if I chucked it in. After all, the current was strong and it would be in the Atlantic before a search was even started. I was having to slow down, my ankle was in real pain. I knew I had lost the police and was safe. I thought I might as well rest and sat on a bench for five minutes. Whilst their, I could hear the noise of the city. There was a party in a house nearby, cars were spinning round. BANG! A car backfiring. Then I heard some sirens. They seemed to be in the distance. Probably a bit a few drunks got into a fight and the pigs were going to sort it out. With my previous record, I could not afford it to be that, so I got up and swiftly made my way to the bridge. As I got closer, I could see no police. My crossing was safe. I was home a dry and would live to rob another day. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Whats that above? A helicopter. I was on the middle of the bridge. Cops to either side to me. No options. How did they know where I was heading? Im cornered. What should I do? jump to my death or let the pigs catch me? |
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Jump man, the sooner you die the better. I mean, better that than the chair, obviously. |
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| Reply by: Make_A_Wish at Jan 19, '08 14:46 | |
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