❛ ---- no , no , no ! ❜ adrenaline rush . dread is overwhelming as the sensation of nausea is threatening to come up his throat . with sweat covering his forehead and disheveled brown locks clinging to his skin he runs , faster than he has ever before . the good old days of elementary school track and field paying off , and being forced to mature at a young age stalling his panic from overpowering his resolve .
shoving the stolen files into his messenger bag , the campaign manager turned private investigator rounded into an alley . thinking on his feet ( quite literally ) the boy advances towards a dumpster and hops on , grabbing onto the ladder of a nearby apartment complex . clinging onto dear life as the rusty ladder partially slides down in his attempt to climb up . the sirens are blaring against his ears , and he hears footsteps and gun fire . doesn’t matter . he’s scared , but he climbs as fast as he can until he’s on the roof .
now he’s just relying on luck as he starts running again . there’s still voices following , but they’re all faint as he drowns the noise out . somehow the gun fire has stopped but he isn’t going to take any chances ---- except for the massive fall and the impossible gap of a jump to the next building .
❛ oh ! shit ! ❜ his feet are able to touch the ledge but his tennis shoes still give away and he slips , bled - knuckle hands grasping onto the edge of the next building . let go . let go . they’ll shoot you ! let go ! he doesn’t let go , but his left hand has other plans . ❛ no , no , shit ! come on , come on you piece of shit get up ---- fuck ! ❜ determined to survive he places one sole against the brick wall and then the other as he tries to pull himself up . no use . his feet slip and he’s still dangling with one arm that’s starting to tire . if he lets go there’s a chance he might miss the dumpster down below .
°• .* ❛ @ricksanction `
