A tall figure raced down the gloomily lit sidewalk, one leap and a sharp turn and he was in a small alley in less than a second from his last hiding spot.
Panting lightly, he listened for anyone who might have seen him. Thankfully, there was very little activity at 2 am all the streets were as silent as a grave. In spite the agony shooting through his body, he continued on, leaping out once again and making for a new hideout. Over one shoulder, he carried an old duffel bag. The only things in it were a few empty water bottles. He intended to leave with it full on the way back home.
Mute sat at her bedroom window, waiting anxiously for her visitor. She kept the hall light on, so that it would cast only the faintest glow from the window. In hopes that would be enough for her friend to see and lead him here in the night.
Her parents were out again, spending a few days at some hotel to attend a conference about the local museums. S