Escape Plan
Summary: He rebels from his families' wishes to be the next clan leader and attempted to runaway. To prevent another breakout, his family hires him a new personal bodyguard to watch his every move. Luckily, it was a girl. Is it really luck or the opposite?
Chapter 1: Freedom
"What is it again, left or right?" Streetlights flicker in the dead hour of the night, streets wet from the storm that waltz through few hours before. The sky drizzle its leftover rain on his scruffy hair, faded jacket jeans, ragged dark pants and black customized chucks. He stared at the battered street signs and consulted his damp map again, figuring out where in the world he is.
Police sirens filled the silent air, police cars racing toward his directions; floodlights scan the area for any visible sign of movements. He immediately squat behind the tin trashcans nearby and waited for the cars to pass by. Praying silently, he crawls gradually to an adjacent alley. As he reaches the opening of the alley, he sprinted off as if there is no tomorrow.
Gasping for breath, he continue to race down the road, not really sure where it will take him. He quickly checks the surrounding. Grotesque outdated buildings stand tall from both sides. Neon lights sparkle on each structure enunciating its business. Thinking that he had gotten far enough, he leaned on the wall, only to find out that he wasn't alone at all.
The red district radiates all of its glory of the already sleeping town. Its lights glimmer in all sides of the streets. All kind of girls, tall, short, slim, stout, pretty or unattractive, in different ages, clothing and personality, lingers on the sidewalk for potential clients.
Few of the girls spotted him and eyed him hungrily. They began to advance at him seductively, luring him to their own exotic agendas. A sudden fear engulfed him that they might have recognized who he was. He briskly strides towards the end of the narrow road.
Confused and disoriented, he kept on walking through the busy street trying to getaway from this entire "new place" he just discovered. 'What was that place? Why were there a bunch of girls in skimpy outfit trying to seduce me?'
Shaking his thoughts away, he made it through a rundown playground, sat on the battered swing and looked up in the sky relishing his freedom. "At last, I'm free."
A/N: Here's another attempt to make a story... Please review...