He ran through the back allies of the slumbering city. His clothes were tattered, torn and bloody from the fight he just barely won. The police sirens were ripping the nighttime air to shreds, and through the rifts of shrills one could hear the dying screams of a mother who lost her only son to an unknown murderer.
He made it to his apartment where his twin sister slept. He slipped into the bathroom, peeled off the bloody attire and showered quickly. He redressed and fled the apartment slamming the door after him. She awoke with a start and looked around. The bathroom light was on.
"Tommy?" she asked, getting up. She walked into the bathroom and found the clothes. "Oh, no," she whispered.
Minutes later the police were running down the apartment halls. They pounded on her front door then barged in.
"Tommy Hyde you are under arrest!" one officer shouted.
The girl walked out of the bathroom wearing her brother's clothes. Her once long hair was cut in uneven wisps that fell over her shoulders and face. She nodded and crawled to the ground where they tackled her, cuffed her and dragged her off.
Tommy watched from a shadow as the officers pulled his sister out of the apartment building and threw her into a squad car. She looked out the window and he stepped into the light shaking his head. She glared at him and would have flicked him off had her hand not been cuffed behind her back.