Chapter 3: Harmful Getaway
Sirens still blared through the large room, the police shouted for me to set the little statue down that I had worked hard to steal and to put my hands behind my head. The police and I had been through the same act for years, did they honestly think that they would capture me. Sly Copper, master thief of the Copper clan. My name didn't diminish my abilities as a professional of my art.
Thinking quickly, I slowly lowered my arms, being careful harm didn't come to the statue. Maneuvering one hand behind the object, I unhooked the rope around the hook attached to my belt; I slipped to the floor, immediately landing steadily on my feet. Urgently hiding behind the pillar that once displayed the momentum, I contemplated on what I was going to do next and I didn't have much time left for a well thought out plan. The police were already growing tired of warning me to reveal myself and turn myself in slowly. They would never truly learn that I was not a quitter but a winner, a person who valued in fulfilling my job requirements and saving my dignity from certain humiliation as to get caught by the police in a tender situation.
Glancing around my loud, noisy environment, I noticed a closed window a few yards from me, the key to my escape and keeping my freedom. My face lit up at the crazy idea. The police were already starting to move in on my location, ready with loaded guns to shoot me down in cold blood if I didn't obey their reasonable commands soon.
Not wasting any more time than I already had, I took a deep breath, charged up my leg muscles for a long dash that would save my life. Feeling ready, I darted out of hiding, revealing my body in the light as I flashed across them towards the window. One of the officers figured out what I was up to shot at my feet, a bullet grazed the back of my heel, tearing through the leather of my sturdy boots. Pain shot through my leg and raced through my pulsing veins, pumping blood to my overworked muscles. Needing to rid myself of extra weight, I reluctantly dropped the statue on the black and white checkered flooring and dashed towards the clean glass. The officer made the same attempt and shot once more at my moving feet. Hearing the bullet burst from the gun, I leaped through the window, shattering the glass upon impact. Shards cut into my arms as I protected my face from the thin, sharp daggers. Blood oozed from the many wounds, trickling down the rest of my body.
I flew down between close brick walls; I scraped my hands down them, softening my landing. Crashing onto a metal dumpster and popping onto the dampened asphalt, I landed on my feet incorrectly. I collapsed onto the black filth; agony gripped my already injured leg. Listening to the yells bellowing out of the loud mouth of the Chief, I forced myself to sit up and easily stood up, adding most of my weight to my left leg.
Suddenly a cloaked figure emerged from near shadows casted by the tall stockades; I braced myself for a conflict, assuming the stranger was an undercover cop who had been their back up in the event I did flee from their incompetence.
"Who are you?" I questioned through clenched teeth, anger boiling over and flooding my foggy mind.
The stranger didn't respond, whoever they were continued to stand before me, observing my current condition. Feeling angered by the notion, I launched my fist towards their face but they easily ducked beneath my arm and pushed me back, causing my balance to disappear beneath me. I fell once more on my backside; anguish trickled into my system, blurring my vision, slowing my heart to steady pumps and my mind to fill with unanswered questions.
I wasn't ready to give into what ever fate had planned for me, I wasn't ready to throw in the towel and spend the rest of my days in prison eating lumpy, tasteless food and reading the newspaper as to how the new thugs were doing better than me. I continued to fight against the blackness that was consuming my sight, the stranger reached down to me.
Not able to hold out any longer, I gave into the temptation of numbness and slumber I had required earlier. Still uncertain as to what was going to happen to me, I would fight with all my might against who ever I had to, to regain my freedom back.