The Reluctant Villain Pt 2
Read Count : 144
Category : Books-Fiction
Sub Category : YoungAdult
"ok, this might have been a bit more then I thought." Bryan was doing a weird hop, waddle run down a backstreet alley. He was carrying four duffle bags of cash from the bank he just "borrowed" from. Bryan could hear sirens getting closer by the second. "Crap." He looked at the side of the alley, up at a fire escape. Luckily, he was an Evo. Evo's had a much higher muscle density then normal people. Wich ment, they were stronger. Strong enough to, say, jump high enough to make it onto the fire escape. Bryan threw the bags up, one by one and then followed them onto the metal staircase. He picked the bags back up and then heard a voice from the entrance of the alley. "FREEZE!" Bryan looked over to the police officer and smerked in a mock solute."I look forward to your explanation in the news on how you let me get away, officer." He ran up the staircase, two steps at a time. A few gunshots were fired but Bryan was too far away from the officer for him to get an accurate shot off. Once he got to the top of the fire escape, he then jumped up to the top of the building. From there, it was as simple as following the roof top trail. Over in this part of the city, the buildings are close together, leading the locals to create pathways up top for anyone to take. Though most of the plywood bridges looked more leathal then others, no one has died crossing them yet as far as Bryan knew about. He raced across the tops of the buildings. Left. Right. Straight. Left. Until he got to the desired building. He climbed down the fire escape this time and there, waiting for him was the get away "death on wheels" beat up piece of junk car he found a month ago. It wasn't pretty but it would work. Hopefully. "First things first." He said to himself. "Get into civilian clothes." Bryan was in a blue jacket with yellow lines from the shoulders to the waist and down the arms, blue pants with yellow lines from the waist to the bottom and a blue half mask and gloves. In other words, he was wearing a big neon sign saying 'look at me, I did it!' Bryan opened the back seat door and, using it as a bit of cover, changed into a grey shirt and jeans that was on the seat. He put his costume in one of the bags and set them all in the trunk. He then got into the driver's seat and turned the key. It sputtered and coughed to life. "Atta girl! Someone's getting an oil change tonight." He praised the car as he drove off on to the road. After a twenty minute drive, he pulled in to a small house by the waterfront of a lake. It was surrounded by large trees and bushes, cutting it off from the rest of the world. The house itself wasn't much to look at, like any other house. Bryan turned the car off, got out and grabbed the money. Once inside the house, he headed to the kitchen, walking past the living room. "Yo Bryan, you seen this shit?" A man on the couch was pointing at the TV. The man was named Jessy and he wore a red ball cap, white, stained shirt and some jeans. He had dark brown hair and "almost black" brown eyes. "What is it?" As Bryan asked, he saw Mayor Darrel standing in front of a crowd. The chubby blonde spoke. "I know, I know, and don't you worry. We have a new weapon to combat the Evo threat which they cannot heal from so easily. We will reclaim our security. We will reclaim our peace of mind. We will reclaim our great city once more!" At this there was a lot of cheering. "This shit is crazy man! I heard they got some kind a dart shooter thing that fucks you up!" Jessy was waving his hands through the air as he spoke. "Don't worry Jess, they can only shoot you if you actually went outside, so you're safe." Jessy looked like he was going say something else but then stopped, giving Bryan a sly smile while waving his middle finger. "Love you too Jessy, love you too." Bryan continued to the kitchen where he put the bags on the table. He was supposed to get money to help fund Mirage's next few projects. Mirage being an Evo rebel group. Bryan's job was done for today. Writer's notes; thank you for reading my little story. If there's anything you think I could do better, please let me know. Rate honestly and criticize productively. Thanks.