Dark and Daisuke managed to elude the crazed mob of citizens performing their civic duties as well as the police they brought upon them. Daisuke found himself mentally thanking his mother for training him rather than letting him rely on Dark's gifts alone. Still, after minutes of constant running, jumping, and dodging, fatigue was beginning to settle in. He was convinced if Dark had not been dragging him along, he would have been left behind long ago.
"Dark," the poor boy called weakly, "we…lost them." He felt his legs refuse to continue. "I need…to rest," he panted. Dark stopped running and looked around warily. Satisfied by their solitude, he pulled Daisuke under a nearby bridge and sat down while his counterpart caught his breath.
"Honestly," he began, "the way Krad played it up, I was expecting it to be worse than this." Daisuke gave him a glare of disbelief. "Seriously! He made it sound like demons would be emerging from the ground to devour us. I can handle a little police. It's not like they fire on sight."
As if it were planned, a shot rang out and a chip flew from the side of the stone bridge as a bullet struck it. Dark cursed and ducked down below the bridge next to Daisuke.
They heard a man call out to them, "Show yourself and face justice, you murderous bastard!"
"Oh, the irony," Dark whispered, "looks like we'll have to make a run for it."
"I can't," Daisuke complained breathlessly.
Dark listened to the police call him twice more as he considered their options, "ok, you stay here and I'll lead them away; they haven't seen you yet. I'll come back once I've lost them." Without another word, the thief left the safety of their hiding place.
Daisuke smiled, 'he's not as bad as he pretends to be'.
Dark leapt up to the bridge where he met two police officers, both armed with handguns, and their patrol car. He ignored their commands to halt and sprung past them onto their vehicle where he hopped down to the pavement. He sprinted down the road, making wide strides to create a semi-zigzag pattern in his movement and avoid the bullets flying past him. When the gunshots ceased, he took a quick glance backward to see the officers climb into their car.
'Shit. I need to make myself scarce fast.' He did not like the idea of running back into the thicker part of town, but he needed the abundance of alleyways to utterly confuse his pursuers. He approached the clusters of buildings from the front so any onlookers would see him now rather than later when he thought he was safe. He leapt around a stunned bystander and made a sharp turn down a thin pathway between two large buildings. He heard the car behind him screech to halt and a series of shots as the police tried to neutralize him before he could turn another corner. He approached the corner, skidding slightly, and dashed down the new alleyway before him. He could hear footsteps behind him as they chased him into the darkness. In front of him, dumpsters and trash cans were clustered in a dead end. Dark leapt atop one of the cans, then to the dumpsters where he could jump to reach the roof of a short building. He heard gunshots again as he worked to pull himself over the top. He worked quickly, knowing every second he was in the vulnerable position, the officers were getting closer, increasing their chances of hitting him.
A wave of relief rushed over him as he pulled his second leg up. The welcome emotion quickly left when he felt a bullet rip through his thigh. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from letting out a full-scale scream, which resulted in a high-pitched growling noise. He ignored his leg's protest as he crawled across the roof. When he reached its center, he forced himself to stand and limped toward the opposite edge. He examined the alley below before climbing over the edge and slowly lowering himself down. He dropped to the ground, which was impossible to do gently and pushed himself under a pile of old boxes. There, he waited for the way to clear.