Death: from a broken angel
The annoying ring of an alarm buzzing-off in the distance brought a sense of urgency to each-and-every one of his footsteps. Clutching a navy-blue gym bag in his arms, he scrambled in between cars using this as an opportunity to break away from his unnamed pursuers.
"STOP AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!!"
He paid their directions no mind. instead, choosing to ditch himself in-and-around a corner. Using his unaltered mobility to jump over a slim-wire fence and make it onto the other side.
His neck choked and let out a horrid gag as it was viciously yanked-back by an unexpected force. The boy turned to face the rear of his dark-brown colored jersey and alarmingly, it had been caught in a set of acutely-sharp protruding coils.
He let out a sailor's wail, as he aggressively pulled-back and teared-at the damaged cloth.
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Arrgh! Man this thing is REALLY fucking stuck!"
following his statement, the screech of swift burning tires made their entrance into the skin-tight alleyway.
"Shit! No, no, no! I can't be caught!...not now! - not ever!"
The fool half-heartedly reassured himself.
"Ah, there we go!"
He excitedly announced as he ripped off one end of his thin-feeble jacket.
Gleefully - he began sprinting forwards, but was immediately blindsided as he crashed head-first into a gray concrete wall.
In his foggy confusion, he had failed to notice the dead-end barrier that had stood right before him this entire time.
That meant he had chosen the wrong path and, subsequently, ended up cornering himself.
...Or, at least that's what an outsider would think.
"Right! Nothing a little improvisation can't fix!"
Fingers excitedly tingling, he calmly jumped and took-hold of the wall's skinny ledge.
It was a loose hold, but one just barely strong enough for him to successfully climb on-and-over with.
"Looks like skipping class to do parkour was well worth it in the end!"
He confidently exclaimed as he leaped over his newly-conquered foe, turning back just in time to see the law's car slowly pulling into the driveway.
Devilishly, he gave them a cheeky smile and waved a cheerful goodbye.
"SIR!! STOP OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE ON A MORE SERIOUS APPROACH!! SIR!! SIR!!"
The officer's deafening warnings were met only by silenced ears. After all, in the youth's mind he had been the fish that was fortunate enough to slip away.
"Damn! how the hell are we supposed to catch up to him now?"
"Taser?" proposed his passenger.
"Good luck getting a clear shot on that agile cunt!"
The driving officer opened his car door and promptly made his way towards the damaged wire fence.
"So what do you think we should do instead?" questioned his partner.
The chief rubbed the bottom of his chin and let out a tired sigh.
"Call in a K9 squad."
He said as he lifted up their only piece of evidence.
A torn sheet of fabric.