Author's Note: This is just a short oneshot involving my OC and Sly Cooper.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sly Cooper characters, they belong to Sucker Punch Productions.
Claimer: I own my character, Ramona Bandicoot.
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The Chase
My heart raced as I ran and my feet made thumps as they pounded the ground. My breath was short and heavy as I leapt over logs and fallen trees. I smacked the tree limbs that obscured my vision and hoped they would slow down my pursuer. I could hear his feet hitting the ground behind me and the rustling of the trees. The wind swept harshly across my face as I continued to run. My legs ached from running but I knew I couldn't stop. I couldn't let him catch me.
I looked behind my shoulder quickly and saw that he was gone. I eventually slowed to a trot which eventually led to me halting in the middle of the open field I had run into. I looked all around and still saw no one. I allowed myself to catch my breath and think. I couldn't run to the base; that would be the first place he would think I would run. Murray and Bentley couldn't help me; they were already down and out and I knew it would be hard to keep evading him.
Persuasion wouldn't help; he was to cunning for that. Being a female wouldn't help me get out of this predicament either. My pursuer knew that my athletic abilities were equal to his and knew I was strong. I took another deep breath and pulled my black hair behind my ears. That's when I heard it, the snap of a twig that gave away his position. My head snapped to that direction and I saw nothing. I quickly bolted to the left when I heard his heavy breathing. I couldn't go back to the woods, my legs were too tired to keep leaping and jumping over fallen trees.
I ran back and forth in a zigzag manner in the large field. His footsteps were getting closer and I knew he would catch me. I decided at the last minute to rely on the woods. I was almost in the thicket when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and send me to the ground. I landed on my side and I felt myself being rolled onto my back. He restrained my arms above my head and gently straddled my waist to keep me from moving.
I knew it was over. I was alone and pinned to the ground. I looked into Sly's deep, brown eyes as a victorious smiled came to his lips. The only sound that could be heard was our heavy and tired breathing. His smile stayed across his muzzle as he said one proud phrase,
"Tag Ramona, you're it."