This rain never ends...
A figure briskly glides down a drenched ditch near a side of a country road, hugging itself through a layer of hoodie over shirt. A nebulous fog covered the woods, punctuating the darkness of the world with an overcast blocking any potential moonlight.The only sound audible for the person was its own feet crossing puddles and heavy breathing, sometimes mixed with the occasional car skidding across the slippery roads. Looking down at its wrist, the figure noted its watch proclaimed in a red light that the time was 23:19.
I'm already too late. I got to hurry
At first, the light behind him shouldn't have meant much to the person. After all, many cars have passed it without seeming to give any consideration to its existence. However, when the white light behind itself was backed up with blue and red lights. The person paused for a split second, like a deer in front of a headlight. Then, it darted straight into the forest, not daring to get caught.
The figure could hear a car screech into a sudden stop, pulling off of the road. A door was forcibly opened, revealing a second person, armed with a flashlight. Compared to the other person, the new one was taller, and more solidly built. The light from the new person was directed straight at the first figure's eyes as it looked back. Adrenaline rushed into the original person, and it darted to what it hoped was freedom.
A sudden thud interrupted any hopes of escaping the second person, The original person's face registered only pain as the person felt its entire mass falling down onto the ground. Looking up, it noticed a tree a half of a foot away from his present location and groaned, partly due to the pain and partly at itself for being so reckless. Suddenly, the person felt a hand grab on its hood, and forcefully pulled it down. The flashlight revealed a man in his early twenties. In turn, he could see the unfriendly glower of a policewoman, who towered over the runner.
"What can I do for you, ma'am?," the blond haired man sheepishly asked.
The woman continued to stare at her captive, before saying, "What are you doing out here so late? Don' t you know any better?"
The man replied, "I... I was just going home. I don't have a car and I tried to hitchhike and-".
The woman interrupted him, "Excuses, excuses", before forcibly grabbing his wrist with the watch on it. Now, the watch read 23:25. "Curfew for men is at 23:00. You're twenty five minutes late. That's what matters to me."
The policewoman then grabbed the man and forced his hands behind his back. Retrieving handcuffs, the female cuffed the hands of her male counterpart and began to haul him to the car. Opening the back door, she shoved the man into the backseat, and then entered the car herself from the driver's seat. With the key in the ignition, the car drove off into the twilight.
"If you just plead guilty, they'll probably let you keep them", the woman said.
The man stammered in confusion, not comprehending what she said.
The policewoman sighed, and continued, "We keep the curfew for you men for the collective safety of France. Your testosterone causes you to make irrational decisions, so when you break the curfew, we liberate you from 'them' to keep you safe. However, this is your first time, and if you just plead guilty we'll probably just let you go off with a warning, since you men get irrationally defensive over the issue. Just don't let it happen again."
The runner just stared forward, horrified at the position he was in. The rest of the ride remained silent...
Turned out especially well considering I'm using an optical mouse on a rough surface and the damn cursor kept jittering everywhere.
