Clandestine
The dark alley zoomed past as me and my friends ran, alarms shrieking, cop sirens blaring. The adrenaline in me was so, so, invigorating. I let out a whoop of joy but was quickly rebuked by one of my friends.
We had just trashed a skate board store and stole a bunch of trucks, boards and wheels. Once we sold this on the black market we would be rich! We all had about 5 boards strapped to our backs and a sack full of wheels and trucks. I smirked, not the brightest way to carry the goods, but hey, it works.
We dodged and zig-zagged past bums, garbage cans, alley strays and everything you would think to be in a south side Chicago alley. Juda turned around and waved two fingers in the air, the signal to split up and run like hell. I smirked because these cops were in for a few tricks. It was 1 in the morning the night was young and so was I. I saw a boarded up door with a hole I could squeeze through but I decided not to. I kept running. I saw a stair well coming up so I ran and jumped for the ladder that was about 4ft high. I jumped and caught on, and from the years of running from the cops, Underground Street fighting, and carrying goods for the black market, this was nothing. I hoisted myself up and ran up the first flight of stairs as quietly as possible. I could hear the cops shouting and yelling, they were getting really close. I made it to the top and dressed in all black waited there. I chuckled as the Chicago cops ran past.
As soon as they were out of sight I slung the goods over my shoulder and silently walked down the stairs. I jumped down from the ladder, but I couldn't escape the feeling that something was wrong. I stood there for a moment, and then I remembered. There were always sweepers: people who were trained to run behind the cops to catch anybody who lagged behind, or the people that hid as the cops ran past.
I started running, leaping and jumping over trash and garbage cans. I could hear foot steps behind me, racing behind me. I looked up a head and saw a fence: there was no way I could jump over the fence with this load on my back. I decided that the only way to survive and not get caught was to drop it. I opened the sack and let everything out, chucking boards, wheels, trucks, everything behind me. When I was about 10 yards from the fence, I still heard the footsteps running behind me. I leaped into the air and started grappling desperately to get over. I heard a grunt as the cop behind me started to climb. I was almost to the top, but then I felt a violent tug on my jeans as I was pulled backwards. I fell from the fence violently flailing and lashing out. I screamed some profanities and then silence and blackness.