Run

That was all in my mind as I raced through Beale Street. The Memphis City Police were nearby, and following hot on my heels as I raced out of the popular street.

I shoved men, women and children out of the way to get to my car. I had just cleared out a store earlier on, but some wise-cracker thought it would be a great idea to get the police involved.

I couldn't even bother hiding within the crowd because it was a summer evening. Meaning that the sun was still high in the sky, and more than bright enough to illuminate my retreating figure. 

Luckily, I wasn't too far out from the get-away car. I had some friends with me when we had decided to plan the robbery. Matter-of-fact, I was more concerned with the others compared to my own well-being. 

After all, we had all collectively decided to rob different stores and dash as soon as we all got the money. If one of us got caught, they already knew what they should have to do.

However....I couldn't see them anywhere nearby.

'Maybe they all made it to the car' 

"Stop! I don't wanna shoot you, kid!" A police man that was nearby yelled while pointing his glock 19 at me.

I didn't have the time or energy to, but I was scoffing at the Policeman's demands.

'Just because you told me to, doesn't mean I'll obey.'

Immediately after, shots rang out the street. I kept calm and continued dashing. I was already at the other end of the street, but now I was looking for a particular Artic Grey Dodge Charger. 

However, they were nowhere to be seen.

"I've been had..." I immediately concluded.

More and more police sirens could be heard clocking into my position as I started looking for options. My top priority was shaking the police, and then finding a getaway car.

I turned to a couple of different corners before I completely lost them. 

Breathing heavily, I quickly rushed to the nearest empty car I could find. 

The car was somewhere hidden within an alley among the huge buildings in downtown. I already knew that it was gonna take a while before the police picked up my traces. Punching through the window, I immediately got in, and got to work hot-wiring the car. It wasn't too hard, and soon, the roar of a mustang could be heard roaring through the alleyway.

I calmed my breaths as I slowly began to clear out the window. Removing my black skii mask, I knew that my I had to act natural if I was going to pull this off. I pulled through the closest street that I could find before joining the rest of the traffic.

Policemen and women could be seen litered across the street as they all were on the search for me. I made sure to stay in the middle lane so that it could be harder for them to see me. 

I was lucky to find that traffic was smoother compared to normal hours.

Soon, I pulled to an alleyway about twenty miles from Downtown before ditching the car. I got there quite quickly because I was 30 miles over the speed limit when I was driving through the highway. The ride by now was probably already reported as stolen, so it wouldn't be too long until they would pick up my trace again.

Walking to a nearby coffee shop, I turned the corner as I threw away my skii mask. I couldn't afford to throw away my gloves because I knew that they would use it to trace my fingerprints.

"When I find those bastards..." I muttered under my breath as I walked carefully through an underpass. 

The street that I had been using in particular was crowded with homeless people looking for food for the night. So it wasn't too hard to blend in, it was also a bonus that the night had already approached, quietly blanketing the city with darkness.

I would hide behind a wall whenever I could see a police car approach in the distance. After a few hours, I had finally made my way back to the place I call home.

I slowly pulled out the Glock 17 I had in my money stuffed bag as I slowly walked back to the trap house. I could hear those bastards drinking and laughing.

Breaking open the door with a kick. I immediately dumped my entire clip, I shot at everything that I could see move.

There were no words that needed to be said. Betrayal is an act that could easily cost a life, and I wasn't one to give second chances. 

I kept firing until all I could hear from my gun was clicking noises. Throwing away the now-hot fire arm, I walked towards the closest one to me. He was supposed to be the getaway driver for the operation, but he was now lying on the floor, slowly bleeding out.

He wasn't dead, but he was dying. 

His trembling eyes slowly looked up to me pleadingly, almost as if he wanted me to save him. However, I kept looking him in the eyes and standing over him until he let out his last breath. 

Eventually, sirens could be heard blaring in the distance. The Police were already closing in on the house. There was obviously no other escape route to take from here. The money that I had stolen was far from enough to take me to a town that was away from the state. 

If anything, it was obvious that this was the end for me.

I slowly picked up a black Glock 22 that had been lying on the floor and loaded it to make sure that there was still some bullets in there.

"This is the Shelby County Sherrif! Come out with your hands up!!"

I sighed quietly as I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and walked out. I had been arrested before for various reasons.

"Get on the ground, now!"

I didn't move, but instead I was slowly analyzing some of the Policemen that were there. 

Immediately, I pulled out my gun before I started spraying bullets at the policemen. Some got hit, while others immediately ducked and took cover. 

If I'm going to die, then I'd rather go out in a blaze of glory. 

Now an argument could be made as to the possible chances I could have in the legal system. I probably could have gotten out with good behaviour after 10 years, but where was the fun in that?

I didn't have parents.

I wasn't adopted either.

I was literally thrown into the world to fend for myself, and this was all that I knew. Even now, as I was 17 years old.

I could barely read.

I was in despair for a long time, and I had no intention of prolonging my suffering in this world any longer. There was no better way than going out swinging, and that's what I did.

Immediately after, they began their retaliation by riddling my body full of holes. One of them had an AR-15 at hand, and he made sure to use it. 

By the time they were done, I was on the floor drowning in my own blood.

"Don't move! Don't move!" One of the policemen yelled.

'I'm dying, how the fuck do you expect me to move?' 

As much as I wanted to point that out. My vision was slowly beginning to blur, and their voices was slowly beginning to be more of a distant echo. 

I was having a splitting headache, but all I could eventually see was black.

Awaken, youngling.

'huh?'

Wake Up.

'I'm dead, how do you expect me to wake up? Who do you think I am, Jesus?'

Just open your eyes.

Confused, I opened what I thought would be eyes.

In front of me, an individual stood right in front of me. I could barely see its face because of all the light that was eminating from it.

Moreover, I couldn't tell whether the figure was a man or a woman. So I asked.

'The fuck are you?'

That doesn't matter much in your situation.

'I think it does, you told me to open my eyes like I was fucking Lazarus. What are you?'

You're pretty rude, but maybe that might be useful.

'Useful for what?'

I want you to go to another world for me.

'I'm still at the part where I want to know what the fuck you are'

My identity doesn't matter, rather, I'm here to offer you an accord.

'Talk english, if you're going to be all mysterious'

This is English....are you perhaps an idiot?

'The fuck you call me?'

That isn't it, looking at your memories. You're clearly an intelligent individual. Maybe just ignorant?

'I kind of want to know why you won't let me die in peace'

Well, I want you to go to another world for me.

'Hell no, I already lived once, why would I live again?'

That's a good point, but you won't know unless you try.

'I have already tried. It sucked for the most part'

Then why didn't you simply kill yourself?

'What the fuck are you talking about?'

Looking at your memories. You had planned to kill your friends as soon as you got back into the house. You already knew that the house that you were living in was in a quiet part of town, so the authorities would have been called as soon as they had heard gunfire. Then, you immediately shot at the authorities as soon as they arrived, prompting them to shoot you to death. It was a simple plan that would have eliminated your betrayers, along with yourself to boot. However, there are plenty of other ways you could have killed yourself, wouldn't you agree?

'Death by suicide sounds pussy. I'd rather go down swinging instead, also, who the fuck are you to be reading my memories?'

For an intelligent one, you seem to be lacking brain cells.

Alright, I understood that insult, but as soon as I was about to move to punch the figure. I found that I couldn't even move.

'The fuck did you do to my body?'

Body? You're dead. What body?

I was getting frustrated with this figure. I concluded that this thing was probably a god or something and got over finding out its identity, but all it kept on doing is talk smart with me. I hated individuals like that.

Well, I'm not going to apologize for my demeanor. Also, I'm not here to be scrutinized for my manner of speech.

'Would you stop reading my mind without consent? That's an invasion of privacy'

You. A criminal. Want to talk to me about laws?

'fair point'

Hypocrisy aside, I wish to negotiate your reincarnation to another world.

'I thought I said no'

Well, you wouldn't be here if I relented, now would you?

'Then what do you want?'

I want you to go to another world for me.

'I just refused, I don't want to go to another world.'

I'll give you two options: One, you go to another world with some benefits from me personally. Or two, spend the rest of eternity being pestered by me while I read and judge your every thought and memory.

'Just send me to another world, I don't want to spend an eternity with an asshole like you'

If anyone else talked to me like that, their entire beings would have been eradicated from extinction without a second thought.

'What makes me the exception?'

Simple, I-

'Don't say it, I got it'

It's good that your accepting this, I thought that I was going to waste some time explaining this to you.

'I'm not an idiot, why do you want to send me to another world anyway?'

Well...