There was a knock at the door, and before he could think, it was knocked in. His small two-room apartment was being flooded with people.
"There he is!" Someone yelled, and he froze like a deer in headlights. These people were after him. Without thinking, he ran for the window and leaped out, before thinking that his appartment was on the sixth floor. He grabbed onto a flagpole that convieniatly rested about seven feet from the fire escape. He dropped down and began climbing toward the dirty alley next to the building. Once he hit the ground, he bolted. He could hear their shouts behind him, closing in. They wern't far, in fact, they were practically on his heels. He made some sharp turns that he hoped no one saw, but he seemed to have no luck. They kept getting closer.
"Damn it, Gin!" Someone yelled. "We've already got what we needed from you! There's no point to this!" Thats when the shots begain pouring in. One bounced off the ground two inches from his foot, while another wizzed past his ear. Then one hit it's mark. It burried itself deep inside his leg, making him gasp and trip from the pain. He rolled onto his back as the large group of people took their steps simultainiously toward him. The leader, the one who called after him, pointed his gun at the man lying on the ground, supported by his elbows.
"Good bye, Gin!" The whole group choroused, and the leader pulled the trigger, causing the loud bang to be the last thing the silver-haired man heard.
AN: Sorry for the delay...