Tag You’re It

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Summary

My fun little game had quickly turned into a horror show as I just realised I wouldn't even remotely know where to find Jake now. With every stroke of wind against my clothes, I got less excited and more anxious. I practically blew his car up and I didn't see him when I ran back for my bike. So I would no longer have the upper hand in knowing what vehicle he was in, where he was staying ,or even what he fully looked like. I thought about it for a moment. He was wearing a suit...filled it out well too, so he must have worked out regularly. Was about 6'3" with black hair and sunglasses. Just as I was thinking of ways to try and find Jake, that small little insignificant thing called the element of suprise just vanished. Without a single clue left behind for my shoot or be shot situation.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

I started to run down the street to hop on the yellow kawasaki bike I just bought from this kind family man. Not sure what happened to Jake, but I could hear sirens in the distance. I knew I had to get out of there. I pulled the keys to my friend’s car out of my pocket to lock up, since I knew I couldn't come back for it for a bit.

I'll be back for you Bessie I thought to myself as I returned the keys to their rightful spot. I then pulled the clutch in and shifted up to first gear, and practically flew out of the park parking lot I had left Bessie in. Hugging the bike tight as I made the sharp left turn onto the main street, a thought popped into my head like a bubble bursting. Dammit! The family I bought this bike from must have heard and maybe even saw what transpired between Jake and I. They probably were the ones that called the cops.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I said to myself nodding my head up and down sharply. He got a good look at me, my face. I panicked and wondered if he or any of his family members described me to the cops. I then snapped back to reality like a fire cracker and returned to a normal speed once I felt I was far enough away from the bank that I couldn't be linked to what took place.

My fun little game had quickly turned into a horror show as I just realised I wouldn't even remotely know where to find Jake now. With every stroke of wind against my clothes, I got less excited and more anxious. I practically blew his car up and I didn't see him when I ran back for my bike. So I would no longer have the upper hand in knowing what vehicle he was in, where he was staying, or even what he fully looked like. I thought about it for a moment. He was wearing a suit...filled it out well too, so he must have worked out regularly. Was about 6'2" with black hair and sunglasses. Just as I was thinking of ways to try and find Jake that small little insignificant thing called the element of suprise just vanished. Without a single clue left behind for my shoot or be shot situation.

Let me start over so you can better understand how the events that lead up to the bank even took form.