Creative Writing: The Chase

“Yeah? Says you and what army?” She pulled out a badge and held it out for me to see. “The FBI.” She put it back in her pocket, tucked the gun away, and held out her hand. “I’m Agent Woods. Ry’s mom. Nice to meet you.” I shook her hand. “Likewise. Now what happened?” “Let’s sit down and not stand in the doorway.” We walked into the living room and sat down. “Well, Chase found Phantom on the streets in the worst part of town. He saved her actually from a cruel man who was going to do some inhumane things to her. Chase beat the man up and left with Phantom. Chase got her name and she ran away. He later found her in a supermarket stealing some food. Again she ran away, but Chase ran after her. He caught her and she showed him

He told us that you are the son of his father’s brother.” “Harris! He’s still alive? And your husband is his son?” “That’s right.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Man, I thought he died a long time ago. Then we’re related.” “That’s right. I’m your cousin and Riley is your second cousin.” “Whoa, man! That’s a lot to take in.” I heard someone open the door and I turned around. There stood a short, skinny girl with wavy auburn hair and turquoise eyes. I thought she was rather beautiful. She took off her coat and came in. “Hi mom, hi Ry. Aunt Sam said I could come over and see all the excitement.” She looked at me. “Who’re you?” “I’m Jackson, my friends call me Jax. And you

“I’m the leader.” “Oh, so you’re that leader that Ry went to see and the brother of the girl we’re trying to find.” “That’s right.” She looked at the knife. “Will you teach me?” “You want to learn how to throw a knife?” “That’s what I said.” I looked over at Mrs. Woods. She nodded, “Go on ahead and be careful.” I smiled. “Come on.” I took her by the arm and dragged her outside. “You got anything I could throw at?” “I’ll show you if you let go of my arm first.” I looked down and blushed. “Sorry.” “It’s over here.” I followed her around the corner and to the back. Two big bullseye’s were set up. I took the knife in my hand. “Watch my stance and throw.” I threw the knife and it landed an inch from the bullseye. I gave the knife to her. I went behind her and took her hand in mine as I was going to teach her the proper throwing motion. She took one hand and gently pushed my hand off of hers. “I can do it myself.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and threw the knife with amazing accuracy. It landed right in the middle of the bullseye. “How’d you do that?” “I just picture in my head how to do it right, then I try to copy the motion.” “Wow, that’s