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This one's rather short, isn't it? I'm going to start this story as a prologue. :)
Altitude Trek
I don't know anything, and I can't remember what happened that night or before it. Who I was or what I was-I still have no idea. But they call me Streamer; they say, because of my swiftness. I only remember waking up to the dullness of hearing the police siren and the T.V turned on to the news. I stood up for a moment turned away from the T.V, still daydreaming, half-listening to a lady with the news.
It's 4 PM in Rose Elmwood Square, with a few night gazers celebrating this year's new holiday: August 18-celebrating those hardworking militia who fought justly against…
Then, it got even stranger. A chocolate, spotted-creamed dog, next to me, was staring at me with curiosity in its eyes. It was a strange she-dog with dark colored fadings in the peripherals of its eyes. You could only see it close-up; it would camouflage from far-away. Another strange feature-a hole in its left ear-a circular empty mass. The dog looked away, and I could immediately tell that something was wrong.
Looking back, I realized that the wail of the siren was getting closer to that scrawny shed I was living in. Its urgency finally stopped, and slowly faded away-but adjacent to the street hawkers near me. I quickly discovered a low-supplied shed of food, grabbed some crackers, along with emergency supplies, water, money, matches, etc. and shoved them into a strange-looking bag. I felt tension, and grabbing the bag, I quickly scurried through the shed's air vent and ran out to the street. Panicked, not knowing where to go, a caramel blur shot next to me, urging me to move-it was the brownie dog.
"HEY! DON'T MOVE!" a policeman started running towards me, pointing to the direction of the closest street next to me.
"I'M INNOCENT!" I hesitated, only for a moment, until the other policeman shot his bullet and missed, cracking the air with hysterical screaming from the nearby street.
"YOU"RE HEREBY UNDER ARREST-I'm Federal Marshall," The policeman who didn't shoot, or "Federal Marshall" yelled over the fear-filled air. He was across the street from me.
Muttering comments, I gazed across to a large, bright blue, lighted alley and I moved my legs as fast as I could go, unaware what the street hawker, woman crouching down, little crowd staring at me, and two policeman where doing. I heard the dog shortly following. But nothing else mattered. Suddenly, more bullets burst into the air, as sharp as a needle pointing towards me. As I ducked and ran, I didn't figure how much I thought about or knew. All I knew was that I had to get to the alley. Why? I don't know._