Am I good? Am I bad? Or am I a mix of both? I don't know and I don't know if I want to.
My life, my past is not filled with sugarcanes and lollipops it's filled with pools of darkness, darkness that clouds my soul.
I hide my darkness by helping others so you would think that I'm good but the truth is I'm just covering up my own dark past.
Call me a hero if you want but the truth is…I'm far from one.
I jumped from rooftop to rooftop apartment to apartment, never stopping.
She's high on my tail now and I don't think I can run much longer.
I jump into another apartment scaring the residents who were currently destroying their own lives with marijuana.
I don't spend much time calculating how much longer they have to live because she has now jumped into the apartment behind me.
"Don't move!" she clicks her gun and presses it up against the back of my head. I raise my hands in an apparent surrender.
As I expect her to do she sneaks a glance at the residents giving me the perfect opportunity of escape.
I snap out and grab her wrist where the gun resides and snap it to left. There is a loud snap that fills the room. She cries out in pain and drops the gun. I grab the gun and hightail it towards the window.
With one last look at the girl who was cradling her hand I jump out the window and began to fall headfirst towards the pavement. At the last second I straighten my body out and land in a kneeling position on the soles of my feet.
"Hello Will" my head snaps up and as soon as I recognize the face I pull the gun out and slowly rise from the ground.
"How long has it been? Ten twelve years since I last saw you? And you haven't changed a bit" she said with the smile that I loathed.
"Neither have you but then again I guess you wouldn't" with the gun still trained on her and to prepare to make my way in the opposite direction.
"I'm here to offer you a job" she begins. I laugh. "A job? What makes you think that I would ever want to work for you after what you did to me" I glowered.
"It was for you own good" she defended "for my own good? You threw me in a cell and left me there to die!" I seethed.
"That's not true. You were dangerous. You-" " I know exactly what I did! And I pay for it everyday" I began to back up and prepared to make a run for it.
"Don't do it Will. You wont get very far" she warns me "You don't know that. For all you I know I could start now and be in Mexico drinking margaritas in a matter of seconds" I retort.
"Go ahead then but as I said before you wont get very far" she says with a hint of regret.
"Your planning something aren't ya?" I look around for any sign of a trap but seen none.
"You know me so well" she replies.
Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my neck. I pull the pull the culprit out and see a tranquilizer. My vision begins to blur and my eyes become heavy. I lose my balance and fall to the pavement. The gun clatters out of reach.
The woman from the apartment walks out of the shadows and picks up the gun carrying a tranquilizer gun and cradling her injured hand.
The woman looks at her mother who is looking at my unconscious body in remorse.
"How did you know that would work?" she asks
"Because he always jumps when he should have fled," she replies cryptically.