Free The Legend by G. A. Augustin Page A

dark caped figure standing on the roof and peering at him with flaming red eyes.  "What the fuck?"  He uttered then bolted out a rear door.
    The back door le d Hoytsworth to a rear alley.  He bustled out and began sprinting towards the street.  He's panting heavily.  Hoytsworth suddenly got an earful of a loud grating squeal.  He glanced back and caught me scaling down the steel fire escape.  His gator shoes gave him little grip on the wet concrete surface.  While looking behind him, he slipped in a puddle and plummeted to the ground.  Before he could get back to his feet, he caught glimpse of the dark caped figure sprinting towards him. 
    Hoytsworth hopped back onto his feet and darted to wards his car.  He was suddenly daunted when he noticed all four tires slashed.  I couldn't allow him to speed off in his Buick Regal again .  "Got-Dammit!"  Hoytsworth barked.  He then began sprinting towards the elevated train station.  He scampered up the steps and suddenly slipped on a discarded hamburger wrapper.  He managed to keep his balance after gripping the banister and continued up. 
    There were no employees inside the station booth.  Hoytsworth hurdled over the turnstile.  Once on the platform he gawked at the entrance and waited for my arrival.  He no longer burdened himself with ruining his disco attire in the rain.  He quivered on the platform as the storm drenched him.  His fists were balled as if he were ready for a fight.  His mohawk toppled over and the red die ran down his face.  Suddenly the sound of thunder caused Hoytsworth to lurch.  
    "It's over Hoyt."  I growled.  The thunder distracted him long enough to allow me to sneak up behind him.
    "Wh... Who... Who are you?"  He stammered after abruptly pivoting around.  I clenched my mask and snatched it off.
    "You stripped me of my pay, violated my personal space and took the life of the sole person that kept me balanced!"
    "NO!  Not you..."  He muttered. "I thought you were de... I KILLED YOU!"
    "That was your mistake.  Instead of putting two more bullets into her, you should've put them into me!"
    Suddenly a distant air horn reverberated throughout the station.  Hoytsworth glanced down the dark tracks and noticed the headlights of the elevated train nearing.  At that moment, he swiftly lunged towards me and tackled me onto the platform.  My head was hung over the tracks and he pinned my neck down with his forearm.  The rushing train was seconds away.  I made attempts to break his mount before I was decapitated but his awkward hold made it difficult.   I wrestled with him as the train careened into the station.  In a last ditched effort, I firmly kicked Hoytsworth off me and moved out of the path of the surging train a half second before it took my head.  Hoytsworth landed on his back.  Just as he made it back onto his feet, I dashed towards him and pelted him in the jaw with a feral right hook.  It made a deep cracking sound and he was rendered unconscious.  He collapsed onto the platform and lied sprawled on the ground.  I got on top of him, clenched his blazer and began whaling his face with right hooks.  I was enraged and wanted to inflict him with deep pain.  I wanted to kill him.  Although he was out cold, I persisted to pommel him.  Suddenly, in a puddle besides us, I caught sight of my reflection.  I was taken aback.  I looked like a monster; like some kind of demon.  It stopped me in the middle of a strike.  “Geezus, what am I doing?”
     
    While standing in a shadowy corner, I watched as the police officers escorted the handcuffed Hoytsworth to the transport wagon.  Detective Wu paced behind them.  Her business card came in handy after all.  Finally, it was over.
    Suddenly , through the iron beam structure below, supporting the elevated station, I caught sight of a figure on the street beneath me.  It was a female, sporting a white spring dress with orange flowers on it, sauntering away from me.