Ethan Jesoir propelled through the streets. His shoulders collided with citizens, who in turn cursed at him in various ways. Sweat dripped from his face, which was flushed with a hot red. He gazed at the tall buildings around him. The city had plenty of alleyways, some of which were perfect for a great escape, and some could have wrote the death sentence for him. Ethan's chasers were, much older than the seventeen year old. They were armed men supposedly from the Federal Bureau Investigation. They shot at him numerous times in empty spaces, but to Ethan's luck, he wasn't hit. He skidded as he chose an alleyway on the right, He ran with his lungs close to exploding until he found a fire escape ladder. With a mighty pull he climbed up the ladder skipping more steps than he was able to. Eventually he reached the metal stairs. He half ran and crawled up to the tenth floor of the building. The clattering behind him showed that the feds were not far behind him. Ethan barged through the door leading to the roof, panicky breaths escaping his mouth.
The janitor's trolley. He thought. Without hesitation he pushed the trolley, barricading the door. It wouldn't stop them for long but it bought him less than a minute. Ethan climbed up the last set of stairs exposing him to the outside, the sun stung his eyes. The building's flat roof allowed him to make his way towards a lower roof, of a lower building. He slid down the pipe, landing him down into a narrow space between two walls. Slumping down on the ground he hid in the shadows.
What have I done?
A few hours passed. Ethan stuck to the shadows, walking in a maze of alleys and secure sites. He was hunched in a porch of an abandoned building, humbly residing behind busy apartments. The small alcove protected him from the rain that came down in buckets.
I don't know what to do.
He replayed last nights events, processing even more information gave his brain a sort of indigestion.
Why was I accused of the crime I did not commit? And why is it vital to get me dead or alive?
Ethan cried himself to sleep. He had no one to confide in. His parents were gone, sister most likely held captive and everyone else would reject him. The number one criminal in America.
Ethan slept restlessly like he lay in a needle made bed. One eye opened all the time as if programmed to do so during the night.
He was awoken to the sound of his phone ringing. It was his sister Madeleine. A wave of relief broke over him. His heart sped up once more as he answered the call.
"Maddie!" He choked with a smile.
"Listen, I don't have long to talk. I'm fine, safe for now. I evaded the forces." She informed him.
"Where are you Madeleine?"
"Irrelevant. We will reunite soon. Remember where we went on your 6th birthday?."
"Yeah, Madeleine why?" He asked confused by his sister's question.
"I want you to go there, someone who owes me a favour will help you get out of danger."
"Maddie. I'm scared."
"Listen baby brother." Ethan could almost imagine her chestnut eyes, same as his, welling up with tears. They had always done so when she was truly compassionate. He remembered how she used to comfort him after he felt distant from life. He had longed to have her there with him. "We will reunite as soon as we possibly can. Stay strong. I love you." She cried.
"Wait!" He shouted. She had already cut off. Ethan Violently threw his smartphone on the ground. The screen shattered, creating a sharp, loud noise.
So much for keeping it low.
With his good foot he stomped on the remains of the phone. Nobody could track him down any more.
Not even my sister.
He brushed his dark red hair with his palm, wondering if he'll get help from whoever owed Madeleine a favour.
"Hey! I think I found the kid!" A voice echoed through the alleyway.
Ethan's eyes bulged with terror, his knees buckled beneath him before he started to run.
Considering the Adrenaline rush, Ethan was unstoppable. Different obstacles didn't slow him down. He lost the feds for the time being, but they were still in the area.
Children had the time of their lives on the large playground that Ethan stood before. All swings were in motion, kids fought over who was next. Mothers and fathers sat on the benches discussing the weather. It had stopped raining and the sun was escaping the clouds grasp. Ethan reminisced his sixth birthday in the park, 2003. Back then people were allowed to host large parties in the playground, guesting over one hundred people. Sadly, due to property damage caused by the large number of children the manager expelled the party hosting.
Ethan was unsure of who to look for, but by Madeleine's standard of someone owing her something, he had expected one of the many muscular men she had slept with. As generous as she was, she didn't mind giving away thousands to charity or some free love.
A deep, crackly voice began to speak. "Are you Ethan?" He asked.
"Depends. Who are you?" Ethan used a new tactic. One could not be too careful in his position.
"I'm Anto. Your sister's friend. Now lets get the fuck out of here."
The man looked to be in his mid thirties and 6'2 in height. His broad tattooed arms towered over him. He had handsome facial features, but weathered with age. White streaks sprinkled his blonde hair.
Yup. Maddie slept with him.
Yup. Maddie slept with him.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
Anto grabbed him roughly by the arm. "Listen kid. "We can sit here and exchange phone numbers, or we can get your ass out of here."
Ethan nodded in defeat, but as he looked around his eyes widened in terror.
"What is it?" Anto asked.
No response.
"Answer me Goddammit!!"
"The feds." He whispered. "Dozens of them."
Anto examined the circumstances and pushed himself and Ethan against a large oak tree. He covered Ethan's body with his, they could feel their breaths on each other.
The men in suits wandered around the park and when they were out of earshot Anto faced Ethan with worry.
"Them boy. They ain't the fucking feds. They ain't even practising law legally." Anto whispered.
"Looks like you're on somebody's death list."
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