Creative Writing: The Chase
from the view of the chased
Leaving the jewelry store at a rather accelerated pace, a common, plain-
clothed man with a parcel tucked under his arm jumped into his white, slightly
dirtied Ford Bronco. He then hurriedly concealed the package under the front
passenger seat making certain to prevent it from being seen from people passing
by. He then tore out of the parking lot attempting to avoid drawing attention
to himself or his accompanying bundle. He knew it would only be a matter of
minutes before the police would be on his trail and he couldn't have them
catching him so he would have to make certain he covered all his tracks and make
it as difficult as he could for his pursuants as he could. For starters he had
to dispose of this car and acquire his new transportation; a new model Corvette
conveniently located in a pre-arranged spot just behind the rail road tracks
near Market St. at I-15. Efficiently he removed all traceable evidence of his
existence from the Bronco. Now heading in the opposite direction he was
originally going, he and his package continued the chase already in progress.
Entering onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his
pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell, where
he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he
increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited
in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was located. "They'll never catch me
in here," he thought.
Getting out of the car, he cautiously made sure no one was looking as he
took his package into his hide-out. Opening it he realized he'd been bugged.
They had placed a small tracking device inside one of the rings he'd stolen.
"How could they possibly have uncovered my meticulously, elaborate plan. No one
even had a clue about the details . . . except for Thomas. Darn that rotten,
selfish feign. How dare he get greedy and sell out on me." He reasons that
with little time to spare, he'd be better off cutting his losses by leaving the
package of jewels behind and trying to escape and save his own butt. Running
out to his car he sees the police cars turning off the exit. "Ah!, there's no
time, I'd better make a run for it!" He trots off into the trees while police
get out of their cars and start chasing him through the wooded obstacle course.
He feels his heart beat at such a rate that it nearly popped right out of his
chest. "They're closing in, what am I going to do?" As his breaths grow
fainter he starts losing his distance and before he knew it they had him on the
ground and in no time had his hands cuffed, and with no energy left to fight, he
quickly surrendered giving no resistance whatsoever.