As I ran through the stone alleys in the Vatican City of Italy, I couldn’t help but notice what a knack I had for getting into trouble. Sure, maybe it was my fault for always having a total disregard for rules and authority, but then again, today’s society demanded it. A person couldn’t even sneeze without some lawsuit or fine being charged against them. I was normally the one with the short end of the stick in that bargain, and unfortunately my friend, the one true friend I had at my side, always seemed to be tangled up in my messes. Alexa just seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person, and she always ended up paying for it by chasing after me to avoid being caught. "Bridget," Alexa grabbed my arm as we were running, her layered dark brown hair whipping behind her. "What did you do now?"
"I’m not sure, actually; they just started chasing after me." I glanced over my shoulder too long and missed the turn we should have taken to get out of the alley, we ended up backed into a corner. I spun around quickly, spotting a fire escape ladder. "Up here," I jumped and just caught the ladder’s first rusty rung with the tips of my fingers. I pulled myself up and heard Alexa catch onto the ladder after I had moved out of the way.
"I don’t know why I still hang around you..." She muttered, angry.
"Because you love me." I said simply and heard a muffled thud. "Alexa what did you...?" I turned to look down and saw a man in a light brown cloak carrying Alexa away. I cursed under my breath and dropped to the ground again, running after the corner of the cloak I had seen on the man as he turned a corner. He was light on his feet, very much unlike the violent slaps of my shoes on the ground; he hardly made a sound as he wove between buildings, shops, and crowds of people towards Saint Peter’s Square. I slowed a bit, while getting out in the open may be safer for our lives, it could also present more problems when trying to escape again.
“Not going to chase after your friend?" The man with Alexa taunted me; I groaned and picked my speed back up. He carried Alexa out to the center of the square, near the obelisk, and set her down, keeping firm hands on her shoulders.
"Too tired to run anymore?" I hissed, slightly out of breath, I hadn’t run this much since I got into a fight with an old high school rival back in Michigan in America a few years ago.
"Not at all," The man shook the cloak’s hood backwards; his light blonde hair gleamed in the noon sunlight. "I just want to talk like civilized people." He flashed me a coy smile.
"I’m not sure, actually; they just started chasing after me." I glanced over my shoulder too long and missed the turn we should have taken to get out of the alley, we ended up backed into a corner. I spun around quickly, spotting a fire escape ladder. "Up here," I jumped and just caught the ladder’s first rusty rung with the tips of my fingers. I pulled myself up and heard Alexa catch onto the ladder after I had moved out of the way.
"I don’t know why I still hang around you..." She muttered, angry.
"Because you love me." I said simply and heard a muffled thud. "Alexa what did you...?" I turned to look down and saw a man in a light brown cloak carrying Alexa away. I cursed under my breath and dropped to the ground again, running after the corner of the cloak I had seen on the man as he turned a corner. He was light on his feet, very much unlike the violent slaps of my shoes on the ground; he hardly made a sound as he wove between buildings, shops, and crowds of people towards Saint Peter’s Square. I slowed a bit, while getting out in the open may be safer for our lives, it could also present more problems when trying to escape again.
“Not going to chase after your friend?" The man with Alexa taunted me; I groaned and picked my speed back up. He carried Alexa out to the center of the square, near the obelisk, and set her down, keeping firm hands on her shoulders.
"Too tired to run anymore?" I hissed, slightly out of breath, I hadn’t run this much since I got into a fight with an old high school rival back in Michigan in America a few years ago.
"Not at all," The man shook the cloak’s hood backwards; his light blonde hair gleamed in the noon sunlight. "I just want to talk like civilized people." He flashed me a coy smile.
