The policeman stumbled on the curb and picked up speed. Red faced and shrieking, the policeman chased Edward down the street.
Cursing, Edward picked up speed as the policeman shouted, calling him a variety of colorful names, the politest of which were Hooligan and Delinquent.
CRASH! As Edward rounded the corner, he crashed into a Hot Dog cart.
The policeman smirked. "I've got him now!", he crowed.
Edward swore loudly and shoved the wreckage of the cart off himself.
"HEY! You owe me a new cart!", shouted the enraged vendor.
Wiping mustard off his face, Edward got up and kept running, pausing only to peel a hot dog off his shoe.
"Where did that hooligan go?" Demanded the policeman angrily, catching up the the smashed Hot Dog cart.
"That teenager who smashed my cart? He went that way", replied the vendor, pointing.
The policeman resumed the chase, now joined by the angry Hot Dog vendor.
Edward cut down a side street and down an alley. He looked behind him.
The officer and Hot Dog vendor were still on his tail. Edward wished he could just climb a wall or jump a building, but he didn't want to expose his family.
Suddenly, Edward skidded to a stop. Ahead of him were a few overflowing dumpsters and a blank brick wall. He had reached a dead end.
The policeman and vendor turned into the alley, "We've got him now!", cheered the officer.
The Policeman had doubled over panting, weakly holding out the cuffs towards Edward.
Suddenly, sirens sounded, and a police car swerved into the alley.
Two more uniformed officers stepped out, guns drawn.
"Don't move!", one of them barked.
Edward sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You're under arrest!", shouted the original policeman who had chased him from the drugstore.
"Purchase and consumption of toxic materials, vandalizing public property, disturbing the peace, being rude to an officer, attempts to resist capture and arrest, smashing a Hot Dog cart", he listed.
"Prepare to say hello to the county jail!", he grinned nastily and walked forward with the handcuffs, the other two officers backing him up with their guns drawn.
Though it would be amusing to provoke the officers to shoot him and watch their amazement as the bullets bounced off him, he knew he couldn't.
He sighed again and disappeared.
At least to the amazed policemen and Hot Dog vendor he did. He'd really just climbed a wall at superhuman speed, and was now watching the scene from above.
The Policemen were looking around in shock.
"A hallucination?", one of them suggested doubtfully.
"Hallucinations don't smash carts!", shouted the Hot Dog vendor. "I Demand some sort of payment!".
As the policemen attempted to calm him down and exchanged ludicrous theories at what had just happened with the delinquent they had just attempted to arrest, each one more ridiculous than the last, Edward had chuckled quietly and run off over the rooftops.
First stop: Any small clothing store where he could use his inhumanely good looks to get a salesgirl to give him some new clothes free.
Second stop: The power tools section of the nearest Hardware store.
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