Well, That Was Fun
"Hey! Stop!" a man shouted, trying to catch the teen by the shoulder.
The teen ripped free and hurtled past the guy, keeping the hidden purse tucked under his arm.
Smirking to himself, he ducked and weaved through the crowd making sure he'd avoid being caught.
He obviously timed the snatch at a wrong time, grabbing the purse off the woman's shoulder as the platform doors were closing sure was bad timing. A guy who'd just gotten off the train heard her yelp and noticed what had happened. He immediately charged after him, chasing him through the entire area, it was as though that man was quick as a bunny. And that accent is not helping.
But anyway, did he mentioned that man was still chasing him?
'Man, c'mon Jack. Gotta hurry.' He thought to himself. This is why he usually stuck to snatching poorly attended bags off chairs or sneak wallets out of back pockets.
Frowning, Jack was angry with himself for taking the risk, but that thin strap was danging very tantalizingly from that lady's shoulder while she was struggling with a bunch of shopping bags, he couldn't resist grabbing it.
He tucked the purse more securely under his arm as he bolted ahead. The turnstiles weren't far from where he was; couple hundred feet and he'd jump over them. The exit also wasn't that far, he just needed to get outside before he gets in any more trouble.
The streets outside should still be packed with a bunch of people. All he had to do was get there as fast as he can.
Glancing behind him for a brief second seeing if that man was still on his tail, Jack almost ran into a woman who stopped to tie her shoe. He tucked his feet under him, leaping over her at the last possible second, almost hitting her head with his shoes, as she jerked up in surprise.
"Woah, that was close." He said letting out a relief breath.
Chuckling, he slowed down his pace, looking around realizing he was close to the exit. "Now, I just have to get out of here befor-"
"Hey, you come back here!"
'Crud.'
The guy's shouts were sounding closer now. Sweat flowed down Jack's face, ignoring how his brown hair was slightly sticking to his forehead. His heart and lungs were starting to hurt. It's been a while since he'd run anywhere and the fact that it was snowing was sort of a bad idea.
He felt a coughing fit coming on, the dry air tickling his throat. No way he is going to stop just for a measly cough. Trying to swallow it back, he continued to dash towards the exit, thinking, 'No, not now, I can't stop now, I have to get out of here.'
He was not going to get caught again. Nope. Sucking in a deep breath, he thought back to his little sister and she needed him, the lack of money his family had wasn't entirely helping them, but the amount that he's been snatching for sometime was all they had to be strong.
Thinking about her, Jack gritted his teeth and ignored the pain in his chest. His determination made him run faster, he shot over the turnstiles and sprinted up the stairs then emerged on a familiar street he recognized.
'Finally.'
He looked over at the sidewalk and hoped it was crowded like he'd thought it'd be. Jack spotted a patrol officer sipping coffee by a bench eating a bag of donuts..or were those cookies?
Hearing the shouting, the cop turned. His eyes locked to Jack for a bit before they narrowed.
Jack gulped, nearly twisting an ankle as he frantically switched direction, heading towards the station he was just at.
That is...Until the man chasing him earlier suddenly appeared scanning for him.
They yelled and pointed, really that guy needs to lay off with pointing, isn't that rude? Everything seemed to go in slow-motion. Jack saw the cop's showing his 'badge' as he hollered, "Burgess PD! Hold it right there! Get on the ground now!"
'Russian accent? What's up with everyone from different countries?'
Blocked in both directions. Jack's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath; quickly he realized there was only one way out.
Turning...He dashed head-on into the streets.
The screech of tires sounded. Jack managed to clamber over the first car as it braked, nearly hitting him. The burn in his chest was getting worse, and he could feel himself slowing down. 'C'mon Jack, don't give up, just yet.' He scold in thought.
A car in the next lane stopped dead, the driver lurching forward then snapping back as the seat belt caught them. The third time, he wasn't so lucky- a car bumper slammed into his side, which quickly started to throb as he stumbled and fell.
He immediately got up; despite the pain, he managed to break in a awkward run. Ignoring the protesting noise of car horns, he crossed a narrow lane that separated the outgoing traffic. The other side was clearer, but that meant the cars were moving faster. 'I'll make it.' He eyed them, panting heavily, waiting for a break in the steady stream of vehicles. He glanced downward to his shoes and fast as he can, he slipped them off ignoring the freezing cold of the snow making contact with his feet, holding his shoes on his left hand while the purse was still tucked under his arm, he glanced at the streetlight.
Suddenly, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder as a Aussie accent from earlier snarled, "Got ya, you little-"
Spotting his chance, Jack shook loose and dodged forward, tearing across the street right before a bus rolled through. The man tried to follow, but as if on cue, all lanes suddenly filled with cars. Jack could hear the man swearing, making him grin and threw him a salute.
He smirked when he figured out their name when the cop from earlier spoke. "Did you get him, Aster?"
"No, that kid is a bloody show pony, Nick."
"Come, we will get you some coffee, friend. That will calm you down."
He made it through a park as quickly as he could, limping slightly. As the adrenaline wore off, his knee started throbbing, he'll have a huge bruise there. He sighed then put his shoes back on seeing his feet were tinted red from the freezing snow. "So much for running barefoot in snow." Shrugging, he trotted another few blocks then ducked into a alley beside a dumpster, he took a moment to rest, He felt lightheaded, and he was still gasping for air. 'I really gotta cut back on running. It would be awesome if I could fly.' He thought amusingly as he opened the clasps on the purse and started riffling through it. Receipts, house keys, credit cards, and a small nearly empty change wallet. Judging by the weight of it, he opened it and let out a chuckle.
"Jackpot."
A/N: Just a silly ROTG Human AU, I wrote. (Sorry if its lame, first time posting a fic for Rise of the Guardians.) Review~
