Run, jump, roll, run.
Run, jump, roll, run.
He repeated the words in his head like a mantra as he carried out the actions. His head pounded and his nose gushed blood, his right arm was awfully useless mangled and dangling by his side, but he willed himself to keep moving. Dots clouded his vision and his head filled with cotton, making him slightly sway on his legs.
Goddamnit, he thought, not now.
He desperately wanted to slow down, to fall asleep in his little apartment and never wake up, but he knew he couldn't with the large figure trailing behind him. He wanted his death to be peaceful, and would rather not be burned alive, thank you very much. Plus, he had a boy waiting for him at home, and didn't want to hurt him or leave him homeless.
"Get back here, villain!" A gruff voice yelled from behind him. He willed his legs to move faster.
He couldn't tell if the loud and rhythmic thump, thump, thump in his ears was his heartbeat or Endeavor.
Run, jump, roll, run.
Now, he hadn't meant to get chased by Endeavor, really, he hadn't! He was patrolling farther out and had come across a villain robbing a bank and stepped in. He didn't know Endeavor was patrolling the same route, or that he was even on the scene. He had taken the villain out quickly and efficiently, no injuries to either party. He was actually rather proud of that!
But, Endeavor had been there when he was tying up the villain and started a chase, calling him a villain and scum all the while. It was rather frustrating.
Run, jump, roll, run.
His movements started to become sloppy as he tried to push himself up and continue running. His breathing was wet and ragged, having gotten into a small fight before the chase began. He heard the large hero land loudly against the roof as he made his way across it. He could tell he was gaining on him, fatigue winning over his mind.
Run, jump, roll, run.
He couldn't see the next building. He wanted to scream out, thinking he had hit a dead end. He kept running, already close to the edge. If he stopped now he would lose his balance and fall off the roof completely.
He neared the small elevated platform of the edge and just about laughed in joy at what he saw. Another building, thank fuck. It was smaller than the building he was on, and he knew the landing would be a strain on his ankles.
Run, jump, roll, run.
He winced as he twisted his ankle during the landing, but kept going. His leg throbbed, exhaustion and the strain of his injury screaming at his brain loudly to just *slow down.*
He ran across the few smaller buildings in his path before he saw a larger one up ahead. He knew he wouldn't be able to make the jump or scale it, so he needed something. His mind whirled as he came up with a plan, Endeavor hot on his tail, his flames coming dangerously close to scorching the back of his hoodie.
Run, jump, roll, run.
One more building before he had to act, his wounds in the back of his mind as adrenaline coursed through him.
Run, jump, roll, run.
His heart beat faster, blood roaring in his ears. Endeavor's shouts were merely background noise as his eyes focused on the target. Hopefully, he wouldn't die. Or, more likely, pass out.
He takes a small step back before running forward with a newfound vigor. There was a small skip in his step before his feet pounded down on the cement, the fire hero not far behind.
As he reached the edge of the roof, Endeavor decided it would be a magnificent idea to rub his mouth. "You have nowhere to run, now. Just back down, you're cornered in." The kid wanted to cringe at the man's tone, completely cold and filled with malice.
He jumped.
He could feel his stomach drop as his limbs failed, and for a fleeting moment he wondered if this was a mistake. Of fucking course, it's a mistake, his mind jeered, Endeavor's ruthless with anyone he classifies as a villain.
As he fell, he could hear Endeavor stop at the edge of the roof. He barely had time to process that before the wind whipped at his hair and he was falling right into a dumpster. Disgusting, but part of the plan, he had to remind himself. The stench was horrid, and he just wanted to take a long shower.
The bags creaked under his weight as he went limp. He forced his eyes closed as he lay in the dumpster like a puppet with its strings cut. God, he didn't like that analogy, it seemed a little too accurate for him.
"Serves ya' right," the hero scoffs, before walking away. The kid mentally cheers as he hears the thumping footsteps of the hero, thanking all gods out there that it worked.
He waits a long ten or so minutes before shakily pulling himself out of the trash. His back hurt from the landing, and he knew his ass would bruise. He dreads the bruising of his magnificent ass, goddamnit. He grumbled to himself, completely unimpressed with Endeavor. "Fucking bitch."