"FUCK!" I say as I hear the cop cars start to arrive. As they usually do, they found me, "Bye bye" I say to the cars as I crawl into the vent. Hi, I'm Zaid and about 30 minutes ago I was running from the cops, again.

Where does this vent go? No clue, do I care? Nope, I just have to get out. Once I find somewhere that I can actually sit up and not be suffocated by how small the vent is I take my back pack off and start digging in it looking for my flashlight. "Shit where is it?" I say to myself as I continue, I swear I swear I put it in here. "FINALLY" I exclaimed as I pulled it out and turn it on.

Now which way? Up is probably the better choice, going straight might just lead me into another room here. My decision had been made, I started climbing up the vent, hoping it would to the roof or to the highest floor.

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It felt like I had been climbing for 45 minutes when I finally reached the top. Once I looked out of the top, I saw light "FUCK YEAH THE ROOF". The vent was a little difficult to open, but I got it and climbed out. Seeing the light of the moon filled me with all my memories of stealing, a comforting feeling, which might be weird to others, but I like it. One negative though, there were helicopters, like everywhere, I'm so famous that they have soooo many people out for me apparently.

This happens every time, I can't avoid it anymore, so I just stand there, waiting for them to corner me against an edge of the building. Eventually they do and expect to be able to catch me because "He won't jump". I'm not even male, my pronouns are xe/them/she. Besides I'm not scared to jump, at this point? It's fun.

"We've got you now" one of the people says, "You sure?" I respond with a smirk, they all get a concerned look on their faces, well both concerned and scared. Then it happens, "Jumpy jump jump" I say starting to jump towards the edge, closer and closer. I sense I'm there and wave, which turned into flipping them off for being dumbasses, and I fall. Down, down, down, I go, you might think I'm scared for my life, but no, I'm calm, the whole falling thing is calming to me, weird, I know, but it's not like I control weather it is or not.

How did I live? A magician never reveals their secrets, but I survived none the less, so don't worry. The people watching me got very scared, very worried, but once they got down to the streets and roads I was gone, out of sight.