On the streets

Jezebel stared down for a moment at the reflection of the city in a puddle. It was dark out and she hadn’t eaten in 2 days. She kicked a stone that skidded down the alley. Rusty Fire Escapes, dumpsters and random trash thrown about stood around her. She slept in this alley sometimes and had the stains to prove it. All she had for clothes was what she could find on clothing lines. She only took what she had to, and right now she needed food. It was hard trying to be a good person while on the streets. Her fee found themselves on one of the streets. She noticed an extremely tall guy walking around. If she could just take his wallet she would have enough food for tonight and tomorrow. She silently got up behind him and silently gasped. The man was a crocodile in a suit. She wanted to scream but didn't, nicked his wallet and ran not sure if he noticed. Dashing into an alley, she knocked down a garbage can behind her and kept going. She got to the fire escape and went up to the roof, not sure if he was chasing her or not.

The night air was cold but the crocodile’s multiple layers of clothing kept him plenty warm. The florescent lights of the shopping district were always nice to look at and this was easily his favorite place to walk when he was in a bad mood, good things always seemed to happen in this part of town. One of the good things was that most of the residents were used to seeing him, meaning that they did not stop and stare too badly most of the time. Having Johnny walk with him made things better because then he had someone to talk to as well.

Then out of nowhere his right side back pocket was lighter than it had been, his wallet was not in the place it should have been. Looking back he saw a small figure running in the opposite direction, Reginald nodded his head and Johnny knew what he was to do. The crocodile man continued walking down the street until he came to an alley that he very well and began to walk down it with a relaxed pace.

Johnny was not the fastest person in the world and chasing the little brat was not easy, especially since the kid had a head start. He took turns left and right trying to keep up but it was getting harder and harder to do. Taking the small, and oddly shaped, gun from his coat Johnny began to try and aim as best he could for the girl’s feet. If he hit his mark it would stop her in her tracks and end the chase entirely, although if he were to miss and shoot the ground in front of the girl it might give him a chance to at least catch up.

Jez shrieked as a couple bullets hit the ground in front of her, she swerved another direction in order to avoid getting hit by them. Turning down the alley lined with lit apartment windows she grabbed a hold of the fire escape and climbed up a few flights. Looking down at the man chasing her she kept going. Reaching the top she sprinted for the far side and removed the money from the wallet. Tossing the wallet to the top of the fire escape and running to where the fire escape should have been on the other side. She looked down and saw that the first few flights had fallen away. She was trapped unless she could get past him and down the other fire escape she had come up.

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