Memphis Pryor
Apr 22nd, 2003, 12:35:32 PM
He'd never run so fast in his life. Mind you, he'd never had NRSF officers chasing him. But Memphis was fulfilling both nevers now. He was close to crying as he ran, feeling the cold steel of the .45 in his hand. He couldn't drop it, they'd print it and be on him in an hour.
He didn't know why he'd done it. He had just been angry, caught up in the moment. The weapon was just for show, Memphis had believed it to be empty. But it fired, right into Joli's head. He'd killed a boy. Killed.
It wasn't that Memphis hadn't been in trouble before. He'd been booked for jacking speeders, wallets, that kind of thing. But he'd never hurt anyone, until tonight.
"A-aina..."
His side was beginning to ache, but still he was going full tilt, and beginning to gain distance. He couldn't keep on though, the NRSF was smarter and stronger than he was, and knew every back alley and dingy location on the planet.
Turing sharply, Memphis ran down an alley, tossing the gun into an old, dirty cardboard box and vaulting over a bricked wall. He landed hard, twisting his ankle, and ran into the first door that opened.
He suddenly found himself in a kitchen, lit by flourescent lights. Shading his face with an arm the young man squinted and made his way across the floor breathing heavily. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with grime and grit, and his chest heaved with apprehension.
Pushing out of the kitchen and into an area filled with beings of various race, Memphis took a breath. He prodded his way through a mass of chatting patrons and found a seat in a dark corner which he promptly fell into. He was close to fainting, both from the chase and his criminal actions.
"O-oh...Dammit...What did I do?"
He didn't know why he'd done it. He had just been angry, caught up in the moment. The weapon was just for show, Memphis had believed it to be empty. But it fired, right into Joli's head. He'd killed a boy. Killed.
It wasn't that Memphis hadn't been in trouble before. He'd been booked for jacking speeders, wallets, that kind of thing. But he'd never hurt anyone, until tonight.
"A-aina..."
His side was beginning to ache, but still he was going full tilt, and beginning to gain distance. He couldn't keep on though, the NRSF was smarter and stronger than he was, and knew every back alley and dingy location on the planet.
Turing sharply, Memphis ran down an alley, tossing the gun into an old, dirty cardboard box and vaulting over a bricked wall. He landed hard, twisting his ankle, and ran into the first door that opened.
He suddenly found himself in a kitchen, lit by flourescent lights. Shading his face with an arm the young man squinted and made his way across the floor breathing heavily. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with grime and grit, and his chest heaved with apprehension.
Pushing out of the kitchen and into an area filled with beings of various race, Memphis took a breath. He prodded his way through a mass of chatting patrons and found a seat in a dark corner which he promptly fell into. He was close to fainting, both from the chase and his criminal actions.
"O-oh...Dammit...What did I do?"