In a dark and wet Alley, the sounds of frantic clapping from feet hitting pavement echoed off the surrounding buildings.
“Stop Running Brat!”
The angry shout rang out from behind a handsome young man who wore black stealth clothes as he bolted through the alleyway.
Behind him, a group of men dressed in military Night Cloak uniform were giving close chase.
*Inhale*
*Exhale*
‘Keep running, you can’t stop, you’ll be fucking sent in for Reformation.’
*Inhale*
*Exhale*
A young man kept mentally repeating this sentence in his head. His heart was pounding even harder than his feet. His silver eyes glowed with desire as he gazed at the walls around him for a way to escape.
The buildings on either side were old, they were no longer made of concrete, and the strong scent of rotted wood assaulted his nose. He was back in the Slums. He was sure of it.
Soon, the surroundings started to become more familiar. With a sudden instinct, he turned into another alley off to the side.
He bounded with the speed of a wolf towards a rotted ladder, placed where the alley came to a dead end. He glanced once more behind him before he quickly ascended his ladder-way to freedom.
After he reached the roof, he quickly disposed of the black clothes he was cloaked with before entering a nearby doorway.
He strode down the familiar hallway to the unit marked 07 and entered inside. Within the unit, was a small bed, a wooden table, and two chairs. Not very charming, but habitable none the less. He sighed in relief and jumped onto the bed, sprawled out in exhaustion.
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“Fucking Bine! How the fuck was that ‘a simple’ take and go.”(Sin)
He grumbled before he reached into a pocket on the left side of his chest. His hand reemerged clutching a folded piece of yellowed paper. The paper was quickly unfolded and it revealed, written in bold greying letters, four numbers.
0102
“All this for some crappy numbers!”(Sin)
Crack!!!Snap!!! The front door of the unit was smashed to pieces and three Night Cloaks rushed in.
The three Nightcloaks surrounded the bed in a semicircular formation. Two had the swords drawn and the third was looking questioningly toward the young man clutching the piece of paper.
The young man assumed an honest look as he raised his hands.
“Hello good officers. What brings you to my humble abode?”(Sin)
Thwap!
One of the Night Cloaks stepped forward and gave a solid punch that turned the conscious unconscious. The young man’s black hair fluttered in the air while his silver eyes rolled back.
“Package Recovered! Prepare to return to Paramount! The Night Cloak’s barked several quick orders and gathered both the unconscious youth and the paper.