HONK!! HONK! HONK!
"Sorry!" he calls to the red-faced driver. Ace didn't bother to glance back - he knows they are still on him. He can hear all the shouting, louder than the blood pumping in his ears.
Besides, Ace thinks as he ducks behind a jutting wall just in time to avoid a hail of bullets turning him into a bloody piece of perforated mincemeat, who could miss the gunshots?
He peeks his head around the corner to judge the situation. A second was all the time he got before he jerked his head back, the graze at the side of his head stinging.
Ace can feel warm liquid trickling down his face, mixing with the sweat cooling in the chilly night air. He grimaced.
There must be a whole swarm of them now, reinforcements that called in more reinforcements. Where are my reinforcements?!
He pants up at the orange sunset sky, "I hope it's worth it..." Ace thinks of the girl he met, her aimless stare. It wasn't natural.
"...will she be alright?"
The question went unanswered, except for the cawing of crows returning to their nests for the night. Ace wets his lips, tasting salt, and bitter earth from having his face smushed into the dirt.
The Demons chasing after him had stayed quiet after the last round of gunshots. Ace silently hopes the bastards would be too afraid of being hurt and too stupid to figure out that he was unarmed to come any closer.
The last glance he saw they were all the way at the mouth of the alleyway, squeezing together like worms, guns pointing straight down the narrow space, sacrificing all mobility for firepower.
I regret not getting supplies now. Those insta-paper bombs would have come in handy... I would need one, just one. And then they'll know what it feels to be full of holes.