Chapter 1: On the Run
There is no freedom, no thought, no expression of ones individualism in this corrupt and controlled society that came to be.
Dan crouched over the edge of a skyscraper staring down at the city. Dan had short brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a sleeveless shirt with baggy pants and his left ear was pierced. had scar on the right side of his cheek, and two tattoos under his eyes. He wore black leather gloves and in his ear was a small earpiece. He was only sixteen.
Dan's breathing began to speed up as he anticipated on what might happen next. He could see a helicopter off in the distance scanning the rooftops of buildings for him.
"Dan," came a voice in his ear. "Dan, are you there?"
"I'm here Jet."
"What the hell are you doing out there. Get your ass back to the hideout now!"
"Just give me a sec, Jet. Can't I get some fresh air?"
"No you can't. You're a runner, and as long as you are one there will be no time for you to get some fresh air."
"Your making my job sound like a pain in the ass, Jet."
"Well it is. Get back to base now, Dan. We have a new assignment for you. Not to mention that blues on your trail right now."
"Fine, whatever. Dan out."
Dan stood up and began to strecth and yawn. So much for a break, thought Dan. Just then the door that led to the roof was kicked open and a group of blues rushed out, all aiming their guns at him.
"Shit."
Dan leapt off the building as he heard the firing of the guns. He grabbed onto a pipe and began to slide down it. About halfway down, and jumped off and grapped onto a long wire rope that led to another rooftop. When he was over it he rolled and bounded upright.
"Dan," came Jet's voice, "I heard gunshots. What the hell is going on?"
"Blues," answered Dan. "They found me."
"Damn it, Dan. What did I tell you."
Dan ignored Jet's nagging as another group of blues found him. He raced across the rooftop as the bullets chased him. He jumped over a fence, leapt onto another rooftop, and started to sprint once again. He turned a corner and saw a door that led inside of the building. He kicked it opend, slammed it shut behind him, ran a little further, and then leaned against a wall panting.
"Dan, are you alright?"
"Yeah," said Dan gasping for air. "Just tired as hell."
"Well I hate to rush you agains, but you need to get your ass out of there now! More blues are heading your way."
Dan moaned and began to raced through the building beinig sure to keep his eyes open for blues. He turned a corner and saw another group of blues standing in the hallway. Dan slid back behind the wall just in time to dodge their bullets. He looked over at a window and knew this was his only chance. He sprinted once again and dove out of the window. He fell some way, but landed in a pile of hay in a alleyway. Dan looked up through the hay, and was glad to see that it was too far away for the blues to spot him.
"Dan," came Jet's voice. "Are you alright."
"Yeah, I landed on my ass, but I'll be ok."
Jet let out a sigh of relief. "You have to be the luckiest bastard that I have ever met. Get back to base now."
Dan ran down the alleyway chuckling to himself. To him, this was your average, ordinary, boring, day.