This was not going as she planned.
She leaped the space between the buildings, almost stumbling as she barely reached the other side.
“Curse these heels,” she muttered angrily, half skipping, half running as she pulled her six-inch heels off and tucked them under her arm.
She looked behind her, and grinned as she saw that she was gaining distance from her pursuer.
She leaped yet another gap, and was soon out of sight of the man that was chasing her.
She ran off to the side, hiding behind a large air duct so that she could catch her breath.
That was when her phone rang.
She yanked it out her purse in a panic, and immediately answered it so that the shrill ringing would end.
“Lucy Wilde speaking,” she whispered.
The man that spoke on the other end just made her give an annoyed smile.
“Why are you whispering over zhere?”
“I told you. I’m working,” she said, her voice hushed as she peeked out and scanned the rooftop.
The man on the other line chuckled.
“And you couldn’t call me?”
She growled, and as she spoke, her whisper turned into an angry hush.
“Gru…. How am I supposed to call you when I am running for my life away from an enemy?”
There was a small pause of silence, and then Gru spoke in a panicked voice.
“You and Silas told me this man wasn’t dangerous.”
“He’s not. It’s that assassins that work for him that are.”
Another sickly silence quickly hung over.
“I’m coming to get you.”
Lucy’s eyes grew wide, and she almost dropped her phone in fear.
“No. I’m fine.”
As she heard her boyfriend rampage on of reasons why he should come for her, a droplet of rain fell on her face, and she looked up to see that the moon was covered by dark clouds, and rain had started to fall.
She also heard footsteps.
“I’m coming now.”
As Lucy hissed a “no” under her breath, the line went dead.
And she was found.
The black cloaked man stood right in front of her, and she gasped.
She got up and quickly started to sprint across the building, her feet slipping every once in a while on the slick rooftops.
She jumped from building to building, just as before, only her stamina was mainly gone by now.
Her hair slowly became undone from its bun, and was messily splayed around her face from the rain.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she leapt from the gaps, trying to ignore the face-paced footsteps behind her.
She leapt another building, unaware of the present broken glass that lay on the next rooftop.
She yelped, a searing pain surging through her foot, yet she didn’t stop.
She kept running, and she soon thought that she lost her pursuer, for he was out of sight.
She laughed out loud, the pain oblivious to her along with the rain.
Her laugh grew silent, and she prepared to jump the next gap.
Then she slid.
Her damaged foot buckled underneath her, and she screamed as she flew over the edge of the building.
Her hands flashed out to grab the edge of the next building, and she slammed into it with a very hard force, and she held on.
Feeling pain spiral up her chest, she let out a gasp of pain.
“Help!,” she cried, but she immediately shut her mouth when she realized that was the worst option.
The man that had been following her appeared above her, and she stared at him in horror as he chuckled.
He then raised his foot.
Lucy felt agonizing pain shoot through her fingers, and her grip slid loose.
She let go, fell, and everything went black.