A Chase
I ran after the brunette in the red dress trying to stop her before she got away. She was always 10 feet ahead, mocking me with cruel laughter. It was like in the movies, the hopeless person in the dark chasing after the ghost of laughter. Down the hotel halls she ran clutching the bag of stolen artifacts. I watched her dash around the corner and disappear into thin air. I whipped my head around to see her smiling at me with evil delight as the elevator doors closed. I ran to the stairs next to the elevators and ran down them my lungs burning from all the running. I pushed the door to the lobby open coughing and wheezing. I saw a flash of red in the corner of my vision and I resumed running. The people in the lobby were staring but I ignored them focusing on chasing her. She pushed people out of the way knocking over carts of suitcase as she ran. I jumped over the rubble of suitcases watching her push through the door. She hit a man walking in straight on making both of them tumble over. My world seemed to move in fractions on seconds. The bags of artifacts spinning up in the air. The brunette slamming the man to the ground with great force. The bag starting to fall. Police wailing their whistles. Me launching myself at the bag. Once my fingers touched the bag the world sped up again making my head pound. I tripped on the mans foot, Gravity pulling me down on the two of them. The man untangled himself from the mess and dashed outside furious. That left me and the brunette sitting on the floor staring at each other. I clutched the bag to my chest and ran out of the door leaving the thief stunned. I heard an angered scream from behind me and I turned around with a wicked smile. But instead of seeing her being dragged away I saw a black thing flying towards me. Next thing I knew the bag was flying out of my hands and I was on the ground crimson blood flowing out of my nose. I saw her running forwards and I growled jumping up wiping the blood from my face covering my hand in blood. I whipped around grabbing the bag in mid-air then turning back around and grabbing her neck with my blood soaked hand. She choked under my firm grip doubling over gasping for breath.
"These are mine now" I growled at her
"Let me go and you can keep the artifacts" She growled back in a British accent
"But you deserve to go to the police" I replied moving closer
"Let me go, keep the artifacts, and I don't stab you" She spat back clawing at my fingers
"And what would you stab me with" I replied laughing
"This" she replied stabbing me in the foot with her heel. I growled in pain but didn't loosen my grip. I heard he sirens sounding in the background making me smile with joy. Before I realized what was going on I felt a lunch to the left of my face. I fell backwards my jaw going numb with pain. I saw her grab the bag of artifacts and dash off into the parking lot. I sat up my vision fuzzy and I saw people rushing towards me I pushed them away staggering to my feet. I walked tried walking but fell on my face before the world went black. I knew it wouldn't be the last time I met that bitch with brown hair and a British accent.
A/N: So how did I do?