A/N: I'm watching American Idol and thinking I neeeeeeeeeeed to write something because I miss my Saula, so I'm writing this AND a Saula on saula-heaven . net…
And for those who don't know what Saula is, its Paula Abdul and Simon Cowell's name together! Woot…
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I wish, but I don't…
December 27, 19XX
I ran and sharply turned a corner, nearly sliding on a puddle of slick pavement, but managed to stay balanced on my black converse. I slammed into a brick wall, pressing my hands up against it to bounce off and keep the speed I was on, maybe even speed up to stay away from the suits chasing me.
"I think I saw her this way!" A voice echoed after me, getting closer than I thought they would have been.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
I quickly glance about me, trying to find a place to lose them, but I couldn't find one. The only thing I could do was go out into the open where I was more likely to be caught due to the white blankets of snow, then the dark alleys that hid me.
I took another sharp turn, going right this time, right into the abandon street. A few tire marks adorn the snow, but the rapid falling flecks of snow quickly cover it up. My feet crush the snow in a crunch, crunch. I look back, my black hair briefly blocking my vision, but I saw the uniformed men running out of the lengthy alley.
I need to run faster, much, much faster. I couldn't let them down, they needed me.
Silently thanking my Lord for the first time since I left home for the fact that I was in track, I pushed my feet into the snow and sprinted. My side hurt, my chest hurt, the stinging of the icy air that I was sucking into my lungs was becoming a nuisance.
I held my breath, knowing I shouldn't, but it doesn't stop me.
"Stop! Stop or else!" One of the officers screamed, obviously out of breath.
My arms started to freeze, goose bumps forming trying to keep me warm. I heard one slip, and I was sure that the partner would stop to help him, so I slowed slightly.
But I should have known, I should have known the bastard would keep hot on my trail. The next thing I know I'm tackled to the ground, the hardened snow cutting slightly into my bare arms. The middle aged cop laughed, while breathing heavily.
"Couldn't run forever."
"I could have tried." I spat, struggling to try and escape like I use to, but he speedily snapped cuffs on my wrists. Tightly.
"Tight enough?" I ask sarcastically, knowing this particular officer didn't like me for what he deemed good reasons.
"Shut up and stand. Get in the car Cuddy."
A/N: Sorry its so short, but I need to kick it off somehow…