by Doc 42 » Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:25 pm
Fitz continued to race through the streets, over taking traffic, short cuts through sections of foot path anything to get away from their pursuer, but it just wasn't working, Trix hadn't managed to hit him yet either.... Street lights passed in a blur...
He glanced into one of the bike's fold out wing mirrors, a figure speeding after them gaining on them quickly, then he saw the man holding something, as if just takeing it out.... A muzzle flash lit up, burning his eyes slightly. He quickly begun veering left and right, hearing bullets whiz past, Trix cursing at the top of her voice. Then he saw an oppertunity, he turned, skidding off the road and accelerateing past a barrier, leading into a pedestrianised area of the city, late night shoppers shouting and leaping out of his way. More gunfire, clouds of dust and sharpnel blew up from the stone tiles around him... He skidded again, picking a door at random, a 24/7 shopping centre.. perfect... He roared towards it, trix to busy shooting back at the biker to notice what he was planning. He pulled out his pistol, firing three shots into the glass doors in quick succession, leaning low against the bike as they smashed through. It was like passing through a whirlwind of glass, then it was gone and they were through....
He was blinded by the intense light, the brightly lit quiet white shopping centre, a few shoppers stareing at them, shocked. He swerved around, accelerateing towards a fountain. He thanked reality for a moment, in that Briar vampires, unlike the comic books, weren't afraid of water.... He pulled up into wheelie, ramping over the edge of the fountain, flying through the column of water and then smashing through the top of a stall selling holidays, he twisted into a skid, shouting out in celebration, Trix cursing at the top of her lungs. Then the biker burst through the water after them, closer than ever... Fitz looked ahead, shooting out the glass door ahead of them and smashing through it, out onto the streets once again, he skidded around, accelerateing as fast as he could, this one was thankfully much quieter than earlier... then again... that other bike was faster than them...

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**** off TT"-Doc 42
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