by Torquil

Created on: November 23, 2008

A Man Ran

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A man ran. Down the line of crowded folk. The sound of the tube train ever nearer, yet still he ran. In front of those good ones who stood behind the yellow line. Mind the Gap. Faster to beat the screeching train. Faster. Yet behind him was the other. "Come here brother!" Come here and I will fix your face!" Still the first ran. Behind him came the tube, speeding faster on the tracks, but he was never turning back and went faster and faster. He broke into a sprint. The other was forced to stop. The runner, named Rick, ran up the steps. The chaser named Ben fought angrily through the crushing crowd whose only objective was to get inside the train. Get inside the train and "mind the doors". Jerking in a coat. Pushing out a bloke with his outsized moustache and his outsized bag of paper cups.

"I want it!" screamed Ben as the train screeched away. His legs could motor on. Rick saw. "No way!" Two fingers up he ran again. Rick gripped it in his hand. Ben saw it as he ran. He wanted this thing bad. Very bad.

Rick knew. Rick knew he had no way to escape in the eventual end of things. Yet London
was a good hiding place. London
in its many myriads of streets and alleys, even if they knew his face. He could at the very least win this ragged race. He legged it up the escalator and shoved his bag of secrets through the barrier at Holborn. Ben followed. The alarms rang and two guards chased Rick. "Sir! Oi Sir! Come here SIR!" they shouted loud. Ben caught up with them, and then outside a police car. Rick ran into it. His back scraped the door. "Oh no!" he shouted. Ben saw. The police also saw and viewed their damaged door. They looked at it and then saw Rick running off 200 yards away, then saw two ticket men chasing him, followed by Ben. "Bravo two four zero in pursuit", said one copper and off he set, hotly chasing too, his golden haired girly colleague soon behind. They ran so fast he lost his hat. Rick ran. Ben ran behind, overtaking the Tube men, the police drew closer. Rick 500 yards ahead saw ice cream. "Yes!" he said and ran purposely past the van, his one free hand out and grabbed the cone from another hand of a tall man. The man said "Right! Gimme that back!" and Rick still ran. The man chased, and so did the Tube guys and the coppers and Ben again. And soon some youths, dealing fruit on the corner of Great Queen Street, saw Rick grab an orange. Two took offence and chased. Rick ran, his trainers like burning firestone tyres, he ran. He legged it past the

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