Caught..
Chapter 2 of :The auspicious four
Sully awoke, his eyes drowsy with sleep, he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the couch, staring at the table in front of him. Sully looks over his right shoulder and hears a click in his neck, then sudden pleasurable relief. He hears the creak of hinges and turns his head toward the source of the sound and sees Penny. He looks back at the table and smiles slightly, looking back at penny, he holds the smile on his face and Penny waves a good morning and returns the smiles in return.
"Good morning.." she utters with a yawn and walks to sit beside her savior of the night before. Sullivan turns his head and looks at her. "How are you this morning…?" Sullivan mutters in return and stands up to stretch. "I'm fine.. Could I take a look at your cut?" she asks concerned for Sullivan's health. He obliges her request and takes off his muscle shirt and exposes the blood soaked bandage and the girl replaces the bandage. Sullivan cringes at the tenderness of his wound, and the slight touch even around the still open injury. He lifts his head and looks at Penny.
He waits until she gives the okay and then he puts on his still blood stained shirt on and stands up, and walks to his boots. "Where are you going..?" Penny asks curiously. "I have to get going now.. Have some stuff to sort out…" he mutters responding with a half yawn. He slips on his footwear and walks over to the girl as she stands up. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" she asked as if she actually cared about her savior. "No, I best be going, but.." He approached her and offered to hug her. She looked at him and reluctantly hugged him in return. He could sense her cautiousness and he fear but he just wanted to properly say good-bye. As he slinked out the door the girl gave him a small wave of good-bye and he left, just feeling his way around to his house.
After about twenty minutes of getting lost and getting back on track, he found home. His jaw dropped. There were three police cruisers and at least 7 police officers patrolling near his house his mother was sobbing out on the front porch and his father comforting her. One of the officers looks at the kid on the corner and then looks at a piece of paper in his hand. The offices ice open wide and yells. "There he is!" The officer pulls his pistol and runs at Sullivan. "GET ON THE GROUND!!" the cop yells at the top of his lungs. Sullivan turns around and starts running through the alley he just entered and runs as fast as his legs can move him to the other side of the alley, jumping gates and throwing down trash bins in his wake. He passes the place were he left the two people unconscious and sees the dried blood in the cement and then forgets about it. His only goal was to try and get away.
Sullivan runs out the alley and turns right down a one way street and with cars parked on each side of the street. He heard sirens scream down the many streets Sully could have ran through, but Sullivan perseveres and runs to the end of the street but a black Cadillac cuts him off. Sullivan stops abruptly to try to get around it, he then sees the windows of the car roll down and pistol barrels point out toward him. Sullivan throws himself behind a car and hides there until he could hear the barely audible clicks of an empty clip. Sully took his chance, he ran, into the back yard of the home and jumped the gate into another back yard and continues, breaking through the gate of the other back entrance and continued running. The blood and adrenaline in his veins pumping like a jack hammer and his muscles felt as if they were jell.
In his peripherals he could see a white police cruiser approach his right and stopping while simultaneously the cop in the passenger side shot at the ground beside him and then pointed the pistol and Sullivan. Sully out of shear panic continued to run as he broke down another gate and the jumped the gate leading into another back yard. He heard footsteps of the officer chasing him as he broke through yet another gate. Sullivan turns and starts running as he does, he sees through his peripherals the officer chasing him. All Sullivan felt was a devastating hit and the excruciating blow of smacking his head off a car door. They had him.
This isn't over…