"DROP IT, YOU!" I YELLED AT THE DARK-HAIRED BOY WHO GREEDILY HUGGED THE SODA CANS HE STOLE. "DROP IT AND HE MIGHT STOP CHASING US!"
He peered down at me and grinned. "You can have one."
"I said drop it!"
"What am I? Your dog?"
Knowing they would follow us, i dropped the kid's hand, but as for the boy, with my hand still on his collar, I pulled him along with me, making his long limbs run at my pace. I knew he wouldn't run if I did not tug him along. I tried to calm my panic and decided by not letting the world blur in my head and follow the most empty street nearby.
The moonlight beamed on us as we made different turns and cuts, the old man did not give up, he was more determined than even the cops ever had been in this town.
Pfft.
We slowly succumbed to our energy, chest heaving, and sweat broke out. We can't run forever, it's either finding a place to hide or running with our might till we drain our pursuer's energy.
The latter one was unlikely. I turned my head to see the most energetic old man I had ever seen. Gosh, he might as well be a bull, I can picture smoke steaming from his ears. My gaze trailed up to the boy, he showed no sign of exhaustion but boredom. Unbelievable.
I took a deep breath and pushed my leg faster, the boy and the children were able to catch up with me. We took another turn for three times until we finally lost the old man. The two kids immediately crouched on the ground, breathing hard to restore themselves and I joined by ploping next to them.
Sitting on the dirty cool ground, I couldn't care less when my chest was burning and sweat covering me. I looked up to see the dark-haired boy, smiling at us like a proud father.
"What are you smiling for?" I scoffed.
"That was a pretty impressive run." He finally said.
"Ah, yes, thank you, thank you, I was on a track team actually!" I blushed a bit at his comment and waved my hand in flattery.
"I meant the old man."
I turned crimson.
"Ahaha, of course," I said awkwardly.
I want to dig a hole and crawl into it.
One of the kids, the boy, stood and pointed at the traditional house across the street. "That's our house!" He pulled his sister to stand, and they turned to us and waved.
