"He's got my gun!" yelled out the bright haired man, as he got back on his feet.
I ran, ran faster than I thought I could ever run. Fear does that to you, after all. It's the adrenaline, it boosts every muscle in your body to a whole new level beyond your wildest expectations. I remember there were times when me and her would sit down near a table and discuss things like that for hours, and the times when me and her would experience it out on the field. But it never worked as intensively and as energetically as it did now.
I found a large wooden crate, the kind used for storing and shipping airplane engines. I hid behind it. I pressed my back against the crate, my shoulder tightened, the gun held firmly in my left hand and clutched close to my chest. I made it, I've arrived at the dock. But he was supposed to meet me at a specific point, and that wasn't it. Still, getting there means getting out of hiding, and that wasn't going to happen so fast.
"Team 1, team 2, spread out!" yelled the voice I've learned to know and run from ever since that adventure began, "He's armed and extremely dangerous. He won't hesitate to kill! Use extreme caution!"
Footsteps, first steady and fast, then slow, and then silence. "We know you're behind that!" called out the same voice, "I've got my gun pointed at the crate. Drop your weapon and come out with your hands in the air!"
I knew he wasn't kidding. Not with his weapon. His gun would hit the crate, go through whatever was in it, exit the crate, go through me, go through the bulldozer 100 feet in front of me and end its route somewhere inside the cruise ship on the other side of the dock. I had to think fast, thankfully that's something everybody always said I could do. I decided to stall. "I didn't do it Eric!" I called out, "It's not me!"
Eric didn't believe me, and why should he? I never had anything to prove my innocence, someone made sure of that. "All evidence is pointing your way, get out and I guarantee you'll receive a fair trial!" he shouted, that got had a lot of air.
Maybe I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Billy Cranston, and I'm a fugitive murderer. I've been running away from too many people over the last week. Oh, and one more thing, I'm innocent.
