Must keep Surviving…
Must keep Fighting…
Must keep Running…
Always live on the Edge…
That is the way of the runners…
Faith landed on the roof with a thud, rolling as she did, so not to break any bones. She turned round to look at the crane behind her, the birds still flying away from it after this speeding figure entered their private space. She marveled at the feat she had just accomplished, she never normally thought about it, but she realised the life she lead was one that was hated and slightly feared by most law abiding citizens. She was tall, beautiful and strong. She had marks of the Runners all up her arm and on her face. Her thoughts were suddenly broken by sudden gunshots coming from the building with the crane on.
"There she is, shoot, shoot, shoot!"
She smiled and turned back towards the many buildings still in front of her. She sprinted forward, sliding under a cooling unit. Faith had to survive, had to fight, had to run. Ha, the way of the runners, I'm just in it for the fun! She thought to herself. As she ran up the wall of a roof shed she readied herself for the jump to a pipe on the next building. Injestco Inc. The building meant nothing to Faith; it was what the building symbolized; another path, another escape route, another chance to live. She landed on the side of the solid white wash building hard, grunting as she did so. She managed to grab the pipe she was aiming for. The shooting stopped for a second, the Blues stunned by the achievement the girl had just made. Their officer snapped them out of it.
"Er… Keep firing!"
Faith climbed the pipe with precision and ease, the police still laying down suppressive fire. She pulled herself up to the top and was greeted by a SMG butt to the face. Faith turned her head back to the smiling Blue, blood still dripping from her nose.
"Ow…"
In one swift movement she kneed him in the private area, grabbed his gun and –with him still holding on tightly- flipped it over her, letting go as she did so. It clattered to the ground below, Blue and all. She kept on moving, jumping over this, ducking under that and occasionally running along walls. This was what Faith was born for, this was her life…
The training ground rattled with screams of pain and the crushing of bones on concrete. Lieutenant Cozley was walking through; inspecting the new J.U.M.P. (Judges that Undertake Mirror Policing and External Responsibilities). In his opinion, every runner was scum; not for their crimes but for what they believed in. He believed policing should remain on the streets, and so should all civilians; 'Runners' or not.
UNFINISHED