The Chase

My breath came out in quick, short pants as I ran, skidding around a corner--just to find myself at a dead end. A cul-de-sac. Damn. I ran to climb a ladder to a fire escape. I peered in the window. The room was dark. I was about to smash through the window, when they rounded the corner. I pressed myself up against the wall, praying they wouldn't see me in the afternoon shadows. A snarl ripped from one of the men's throat. "Where the hell did she go?" The leader of the men snarled, grabbing one of the guys' black shirts and throwing him up against the wall. The man growled and slipped away. "I don't know! It's not like she could have disappeared into thin air!" "Well she turned the corner! If you can't find her, Phillips, then you will be the one to pay for it. It's a stupid fourteen-year-old girl! Shouldn't be much trouble, should it?!" The leader snarled. That made all the other men start fighting, snarling at each other for who was paying for the mistake. I took the chance and smashed through the window, knowing I only had seconds before the men would start pouring into the building. I slammed the locked door to the hallway down, dashing down the hallway to the staircase. Then, thinking about it, I took the elevator. Nervously, I kept on pressing the button to the bottom, before the elevator finally came to a stop at the first floor. I waited a second, and then hearing the men rumbling on the other floors above, I dashed out, pushing through the door and running away. I had to get moving, had to find a car... And then I saw it. The parked Mustang at the hotel across the highway. I took a chance and dove across the busy highway, dodging fast-moving cars and dashing through tight spaces of  cars lined up at the stoplight. I peered in to the driver's window, and then realized that a car-parker was coming for the man's car. I dashed away, hiding in the bushes as the man cruised up next to the hotel door, and slipped the keys into his back pocket as he went inside and bent down to get the man's things. I managed to slip the keys from his pocket, and then slip into the seats of the Mustang. On normal situations, I would have drooled over the interior, but I didn't have time for car-gazing. I slipped the key in and slammed my foot down on the gas pedal, ripping out of there like James Bond. People dodged out of my way as I screeched around the bend and onto the highway, headed down the highway, weaving through cars like mad. I looked in the rear-view mirror, and to my disappointment, I saw a black Subaru and several other cars weaving almost as fast as me. I put the petal to the metal and ripped out of there as fast as I could. Whatever was going to happen in my life, and whatever I was going to do with it, there's one thing that will remain the same: If I get caught, I'm screwed.