Prologue
Country:United States
State:Ohio
City:Columbus
County: Franklin
Exact location:East Franklinton, precisely the Bottoms.
Year:2003
Time:12:00am
He fell, his left knee cap hitting the concrete floor with extreme force.
His nervous system interpreted the accident immediately, sending jolts of pain down the affected area.He grunted and grabbed the affected knee with his left hand, forcing it up while using his other arm to bhelp the rest of his body up.
He stood, and glanced around frantically.
The streets were deserted,an evidence that it was past midnight.There wasn't a single person in sight , and despite that fact, he could still hear footsteps, advancing towards him. According to his estimate, they were probably three or four policemen which was a little too many for him to handle.
'Curse you Gwen Rovard!"he thought as he spat out a mixture of both dirt, heat and saliva that had accumulated in his mouth and forced himself to start the race again, investing every ounce of strength in his body on his legs.
He had to get to the river.
Only then would he be safe.
He looked on, deeming his eyes to adjust to the night light. He could see the river now,its surface unperturbed,gleaming in the night like a knight in shining armor.
His knight in shining armor.
He felt himself slowing down, his brain refused to concur to that fact but he could deduce it from the footsteps that were sounding a lot closer, rapidly advancing in their bid to catch up with him.
They hadn't said anything to him, hadn't even pulled their arms on him or threatened to do just that.
They were just after him and were probably asked to bring him back unharmed.
"Why on earth would they even think or attempt shooting at him?"he thought with unmasked arrogance. He was after all, a well respected and extremely powerful man and that was all the more one of the major reasons he wasn't about to let them publicly disgrace him by sentencing him to jail for probably life imprisonment.
As if on cue, one of the men shouted pantingly, "I would advise you stop Sir, the use of lethal force would be inevitable if you continued this flee.You would be sorry you did this. Allow the Law to take its course!!"
He ignored them, increasing his pace.
He wasn't going to be sorry for anything.
They were the ones that were going to be sorry.
Sorry that they had attempted to imprison him.
Sorry that they had not made him governor.
Sorry that they had ever listened to that idiot woman, Gwen Rovard.
He was going to make all of them pay,it was just a matter of time.
He had reached the river now.
The beautiful Scoito River.
The ticket to his freedom.
He put his hands on the railing that separated him from his freedom and climbed.
His sweaty hands interfered,making him slip and lose his step,falling for the second time that night.
He hit his head on the floor this time,and a pain, different from any he had every known in his 31 years on earth, surged through his entire skull.
His right hand went to his forehead.
Blood.
Black waves flashed through his eyes.
He felt he was going to blackout,knew it.
Not Now! Not when he was one step away from being a freeman!
The ten seconds he spent on the floor was a generous amount of time for the policemen to cover the distance between them.
Through those black waves, he caught sight of the dark black shoes pattering towards him with possibly the last of their staminas.
He tried to push himself up with his arm strength but failed, landing flat faced on the concrete,again.
He couldn't give up now.
He needed strength to get up, the rest was going to be a piece of cake.
One of them, had gotten to where he lay now.
The policeman advanced towards him without any secondary thoughts,dragging him up by the collar.
Wrong move.
He rammed his knee into the policeman's groin almost immediately,causing him to loosen his grip and bend over, groaning in pain.
He smiled devilishly, retreating towards the river in a staggering stance.
The second policeman was in sight now, he corked his gun and pointed it at him.
"I WILL shoot you Sir!"he screamed in a frustrated voice.
"We both know that's impossible."he said with the laxest of voices,grabbing the railing from behind with his palms.
He had to get it right this time.
His forehead throbbed in pain as if in reminder of that fact.
He raised himself up with only the strength of his hands and tumbled, throwing himself into the water.
There was a loud splash as his body hit the once serene river.
Gunshots rang in the air and then into the water as he closed his eyes and let himself sink deeper into the river, away from the surface.
If everything went according to plan, he'd have to wait for about three minutes.
It'll all end swiftly
This night was going to be his last view of the city Columbus, of the US in general.One day, he was going to return.
For all those that had betrayed him.
And on the top of his list, was the name 'Gwen Rovard."
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Places, words, and terms readers might not understand.
Scotio River: A River in Columbus, Ohio.
