A Fish on the Hook ((Cinder))
Jul 28, 2010 21:23:56 GMT -5
Post by -Z- on Jul 28, 2010 21:23:56 GMT -5
Nicodemus Olivier
Heh. Whoops.
In retrospect, I decided my course of action probably hadn't been the best choice. But for now, I was running too fast to care. Here's the story. I was sitting on the dock fishing, as I did pretty much every day. Next to me in a bucket was my haul. Today's catch was particularly impressive for a kid sitting on a dock, which I guess is what attracted the Peacekeeper to me. He stood there watching me for a few minutes, switching from staring at me, to the bucket of fish, back to me. Then he tells me I caught too much, I need to hand some over or face the consequences. I tried to argue against his demands, but he wouldn't hear any of it.
So I tossed the bucket in his face. That's the short summary. So now I was running. Where I was going, I didn't know, but I only had until he wiped the fish goo from his face to get as far from the Peacekeeper as possible. I mean, I was worried he would catch me; in the past, I'd been whipped for much lesser offenses. I'd made it down about two blocks before I could hear the shouting. I had no clue what he was shouting, but I knew it was time to do some more evasive running than just attempting to put distance between myself and my pursuer. I shot into an alley between two of the closer-packed buildings, an alley I happened to know wound behind the back of a row of buildings, keeping me sufficiently hidden. The shouts were farther behind, but I could still hear them.
I turned again, leading myself to the exit of my hidden path. I quickly glanced left, right... both clear. But since turning right would lead back to where I had been fishing, I go left, taking off again as fast as I can go. The Peacekeeper's voice was too far to be heard, but I kept going until I reached the next, more secluded alleyway. It was a good thing I was so in shape, otherwise I wouldn't have made it half as far from my pursuer as I had, considering the sheer speed I was maintaining.
I veer into the opening, making sure to go as far back into the alley as I can go to make sure I'd be harder to find. Once I was sure I'd made enough distance, I slid down the building's wall to the ground, panting to refuel the breath I'd expended in my escape.
I heard my laughter before I realized I was laughing. It was breathy and quiet, not like my usual laugh, drawn short by my lack of air. I may have been running for my life, but that chase was the most fun I'd had all week.