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July Writing Prompt #29: Drabble, drabble, toil and scribble. Title from a song by Woodkid. [LJ-Only]Summary:
Some nights you're the pursuer, other nights you're the pursued.
Run Boy Run
by CaffieneKittyLeft or right,
John pelted along dim-lit alley, swift footfalls and cruel laughter cacophonous behind him. The alley's T-junction end loomed. Bloody hell, left or right!
He didn't have Sherlock's map of London in his head. He barely remembered which streets this alley connected. A flicker of blue light brightened the right side wall. Cursing, John swung wide right. Anytime now.
He ran past another fire escape ladder. Not up. Not today. In fact, right now'd be good.
Something spun past his head, a bottle, smashing on the brick wall. More laughter. Too close. He sped up. Now would be very very good.
Between buildings to his left, John caught a glimpse of blue and yellow battenburg. Oh brilliant. About bloody time.
Ahead the alley ended with an abrupt left turn. The jeering voices and running feet behind him were far too close. John caromed off the brick wall into the left turn, then out between the police vehicles forming the cordon. His pursuers spewed forth from the alley straight into the arms of the waiting Met, too intent on pursuit to stop.
John, huffing in the alley opposite safely behind the blue-white flashing cordon, enjoyed the view. "Gotcha."
Sherlock emerged from the darkness. "I expected you twenty seconds earlier. I thought they might have caught you."
"Yeah? Well. Next time," John panted, "you can be the bait."
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Current Mood: pleased
Current Music: "Run Boy Run" ~ Woodkid