"Shit!" The Reaper dodged a rolling car and turned around to shoot some more, screaming, "Dammit, Ron, what the hell did you do!"
"He saw me, oh God, he's gonna kill me!" The conduit ducked behind a dumpster to hide from the human light socket that was after his hide, panicking at the thought of dying via electrical frying. "I didn't hit him, what does he want from me?!"
Keith tossed a Molotov cocktail before putting all of his attention on running, shouting to Ron, "Just shut up and run!" When they heard the explosion but still had to avoid lightning bolts, the red-hooded Reaper cursed before searching for an escape route. He grabbed the flailing conduit's arm and ducked into another alleyway to try to lose Cole.
They stood among the trash panting heavily at the exertion of running, but when they heard footsteps they held their breath in fear. Ron crouched and covered his head with his hands, praying to whatever higher being the Reapers believed in that they wouldn't get caught. Unfortunately, the being seemed to be ignoring his pleas, for the dumpster was flung away to reveal them and they had to duck-and-roll to avoid a bolt of lightning.
As they sprinted around another corner, Ron screamed to his friend, "Why won't he leave us alone?!"
"Shut up, Ron!" Then, as if realizing something, he stopped running and shouted, "Wait, can't you just zoom us away?"
". . . oh, right!" Grabbing Keith's arm, the conduit then rushed to the nearest roof that was at least five stories high, and he sighed in relief at his friend's quick thinking. "Thanks, I completely forgot about that!" When the Reaper smacked the back of his head, however, he hissed and shouted, "Hey, what was that for?"
"For being a dumbass, you dumbass! You could have done that the whole time!" Then, sighing and letting his anger deflate, he took a seat on the floor and leaned up against the wall, mumbling, "Sasha's gonna be pissed."
Ron winced and sat beside him, hanging his head between his knees. "Oh, yeah, she is. Sorry."
"Not your fault. Well . . . only a little your fault. Mostly that jackass' fault!" Keith growled and gripped the air as if it was the man's throat. "Man, how I'd love to strangle that sonuvabitch to death! Him and his super special lightning powers . . ."
"Whose "super special lightning powers"?"
While Ron tensed in fear at the voice, Keith hadn't realized who had said that as he turned to look at him. "Did you have a memory lapse or something? That bastard's, that's whose!" He didn't seem to notice the shadow that fell over them, which hadn't been there before.
"Uhh . . . Keith?"
"Yeah?"
"That wasn't me."
". . . shit."
