Jayden stopped. He turned around and flashed a grin at Clara before suddenly leaping off the roof.
Clara stared at him, and he landed, on his feet, on the pier below.
All this time scaling roofs, and Clara hadn't noticed that she'd reached the pier?
Clara followed him, landing almost as gracefully as he did.
Jayden attemped an escape, but crashed into a shipment of crates, landing sprawled awkwardly on the floor.
He looked up in horror - and fear - whilst trying to create another dark ball of fire; but it remained small.
Slowly he climbed to his feet. And pulled something back and shiny out of his back pocket-
A gun.
Clara pulled out hers, almost reluctantly, and loaded it.
Jayden loaded his also, and that was when Clara knew; he wouldn't stop at anything to escape her.
Even if it meant killing her.
Because what had once started as a game of tag had now turned into a fight to the death.
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