Aberrant: Quantum Identity - Halloween

[Forge]

The pounding of Halloween’s running thundered in tandem with his heart as he ran down a nameless alley of NYC striving to escape his pursuers.

I’ve really done it this time. He thought as he grabbed a signpost and whirled himself around the corner. Halloween was of course referring to the fact that a couple of beat cops followed by a squad car were hot on his tail and seemed to have no intentions this time of letting him go, and despite their visibly obvious lack of regimented exercise, the cops were gaining on him steadily.

Hal skillfully knocked down some café tables and chairs in an effort to slow his pursuit as he passed a local bistro, throwing fresh no-fat tall lattes all over the sidewalk and seriously pissing off some aspiring would-be models. One cop seemed to get tangled in the mess, however his partner managed to avoid the ruckus and continue on the chase.

The adrenaline rush was giving Hal an enormous headache, and he was finding it difficult to focus as his thoughts kept drifting to his parents and how far he had fallen. Nearly plowing into a vendor cart brought him back to the here and now as he rounded the corner into the alley by the bistro. Gotta hide!

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But couldn't. The ally was straight and featureless as it stretched on and on for the entirety of block. The only clean ally in NY he'd ever seen. He heard the cop closing in the split second it took for him to desperately dart into the alley anyways. He ignored the pounding in his head and stitch in his side and the burning of his lungs, and ran. His legs blurred as he was on the other side just as coppers turned the corner. Unfortunately they saw him pull out and away. The tattle-tale static revealed the predictable call for back up.

The street was busy but nothing extraordinary.

[Forge]

God damn, I’ve got some afterburners! Need to make like quiet and get the f*ck outta here before the cherry toppers get here!

Feeling assured of his getaway, Halloween took one last look back down the alley to shake his head ‘no’ and smile as he lifted his hat in ‘goodbye’ before doing his best to get lost in the foot traffic. As he went, Hal shed the jacket and red sox baseball cap that he taken from his last residence where this chase had begun.

You see, Halloween had a tendency to borrow people’s apartments while they weren’t there, and never understanding their attachment to things and the drive to have more stuff, he considered it all more of a communal property. After all, if someone is going to pay to heat their apartment, keep their food cold and the water running, why shouldn’t someone take advantage of that while they were away? Evidently, when someone runs home for lunch, they expect an empty home.

Halloween threw up the hood on his dark gray sweatshirt and did his best to crowd-surf quickly, quietly and with little disturbance. He slid through the bodies like a snake through the grass, keeping his head down and moving with the flow, darting ahead where he could. A quick glance at his Swatch told him that the subway was out of the question.

Couple more blocks to the park, best chance there. Shoulda taken some Advil, my head is killing me, could go for some grub too, will have to get some dogs at the park.