Chained Lightning

She was running.
     She loved how it felt. Unlike other people, running never made her tired. It was like she was flying along the ground. Buildings and cars and people passed her by, but she was careful to avoid them. She jumped, dove, and twisted through dumpsters and past open windows at speeds that were impossible for normal people to comprehend. 
     Every step was like she was bouncing off ten coiled springs and flying forward. Her parkour skills had been trained by the man in the white suit and she loved how fun he made it. He gave her yakisoba and told her that she was faster than anybody else in the world. He made her feel happy. 
     She knew, deep down, that there was something wrong with the man in the white suit, but she didn't want to think about that. Whenever she did, she started slowing down, and she didn't want to slow down; going fast was too much fun. 
     She sprinted behind a pharmacy.
     The man she was looking for wasn't there. She kept running. 
     After another hour, she had covered more ground by parkouring at her own pace than the entire police force had covered in the first four hours of their investigation. She loved going fast. It was like everyone else was slow and heavy, while she was free as a bird. She looked down at her clothes. 
     They were simple clothes, with a nondescript white blouse and a pair of black denim jeans. She had short blond hair that was kept in place by a securely fastened silver hair clip. The only thing that stood out about her outfit was the lack of shoes, but she wasn't supposed to stop long enough for anyone to notice that. 
     She leapt through an alley that was next to a parking lot.
     The man she was looking for wasn't there. Her feet pounded the pavement so quickly that it was like the sound of a machine gun firing. 
     She ran for another hour, searching for the man while avoiding the gaze of civilians. 
     Until she caught a glimpse of him. 
     He was trying to be sneaky by crawling through back alleys; unfortunately for him, those were where she loved to run. She saw him and desperately wanted to run catch him and take him back to the man in the white suit, but he had told her to only watch the wanted man, and so that was what she did. She stayed far away from the man, watching him run and jump through alleys with a boy in his arms. 
     Ramon felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle. 
     Up until a few moments ago, there had been a sound like rushing wind coming from somewhere nearby, but it had suddenly stopped. It made him uneasy.
     "I don't want to go with you." Junnosuke stated.
     "I know."
     "I wanna go home."
     "You'll go home once it's safe."
     "But you're dangerous."
     Ramon kept running. It was getting hard to keep going, but he knew that he couldn't rest until he was at least out of the urban sprawl. 
     "What happened to your hat and poncho?"
     "I left them at the police station." 
     "Serves you right." Junnosuke shifted in Ramon's arms uncomfortably. "Where are we going?"
     "West. Out of Tokyo."
     "The police will stop you. They'll save me."
     "They'll try. And they aren't trying to save you."
     "They're better than you."
     Ramon chose to ignore the kid's comment.
     They jumped and shimmied behind a few convenience stores and over several bridges while Ramon ran. Every so often, he would hear sirens in the distance, and after a while he noticed something concerning.
     The sirens were getting closer. 
     He tried to pick up the pace, but he wasn't fast enough to make the sirens fade. he tried taking small detours and leaving behind fake trails again, but no matter what he did, the sirens stayed firmly within earshot. He grit his teeth and prayed that he wouldn't need to cross any more bridges. 
     Unfortunately, his prayers were answered in the negative. He peeked out from a side alley and saw something that made his heart sink. 
     There were policemen, dozens of them, blocking the path across the Shinbiwa bridge. It was a large intersection, but there was no way he could sneak past all the policemen with Junnosuke in his arms. There were no cameras or civilians that Ramon could see, though there was a man in a white suit near the center of the crowd.
     Junnosuke noticed Ramon's sudden stop, and it only took him a moment to glimpse all the policemen. An idea formed in the young boy's mind. 
     "Help! Help! I'm over here!"
     Ramon looked down at the young boy shouting for help in his arms.
     The police, who were doing their best to be vigilant, caught sight of Ramon and Junnosuke as soon as Junnosuke started shouting. Within moments, the police had retrieved their own revolvers and had them pointed directly at Ramon. 
     Ramon tried to think of something he could do; he realized that, if he could escape the police barricade, there had to be another bridge he could use to cross the river somewhere else. He looked at all the revolvers that were staring him down.
     The lead police officer stepped forward from the crowd and began approaching Ramon. He had his hand on a revolver, and his footsteps were slow and confident. Once the lead police officer was only twenty feet away from Ramon, he stopped.
     Without a word, the lead police officer drew his revolver and shot at Ramon's head. 
     Ramon had dove away as soon as the lead officer's hand had flinched towards the revolver.
     Junnosuke fell to the ground with a heavy thud as Ramon dropped him. 
     For a brief moment, Junnosuke thought he was free. He watched Ramon run off down the alleyway and scramble out of the lead police officer's sights. Once Ramon was out of sight, he looked up at the lead police officer with teary eyes.
     "Thank you! Thank you!" He tried to stand up and bow towards his savior, but was suddenly grabbed by two pairs of arms and wrestled to the ground with another thud. He was keenly aware of how heavy the two men felt on his back. "Ow! Ow! Get off me! Get off!" Something was clapped around his wrists, and when he was forced to stand up, a gag had been tied around his mouth. Within moments, the two police officers who had apprehended him were sprinting towards a large white van with odd hooks in the floor and ceiling in the back of it. 
     Junnosuke writhed. He wanted to scream out for someone, but his mouth was stopped. The last thing he saw before the van doors closed was a man with a white suit looking at him.