Alana stumbled at first but then ran after him, her ankle was feeling better so now she could just carry the walking stick and run faster, she tried to keep her extra clone speed to a minimum so she wouldn't run past Mark.

Felix wriggled free from the light grasp on his sleeve and ran ahead, using his athletic skills to his advantage. Mark cursed under his breath, "How the hell are the cops finding out location so quickly?" He said between gasps for breath.

Alana ran beside Mark, perfectly fine as she said. "I don't know, but for now we need to focus on running." She called ahead to Felix. "Felix! Go home before you get associated!"

Felix turned back and he opened his mouth to say something but something hit his neck - a dart of sorts. Perched high on top of a roof was a man dressed in clad black who held a rifle. He smirked grimly before walking back into the shadows the night began to create. Felix's eyes flickered and he extended a hand forward before falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

Mark cursed again as he rushed forward and bullet out a dark which had been lodged in his neck, "Tranquillizer bullet - nothing like I've seen before." He said before looking back at a mass of police which were heading toward them, shouting out things he couldn't hear. With yet another curse, he picked up Felix's limp body and passed Alana his gun, "If they come to close - shoot."

"What!? But..." She looked back at the approaching cars and cursed herself. "Fine..." She turned and started running with him.

Mark didn't bother looking back, he only focused on the gloom which lay ahead of him, "I guess we'll be keeping that gun," He muttered as he turned yet another corner, still deep in the dark depths of the city where most of the homeless and poor lived. Felix was still asleep and his limp body jumped around as Mark jumped over pieces of rubbish and debris.

Alana could see that Mark was having difficulty running at his full speed with Felix in his arms, and at this moment, they needed to be as fast as they could. "Oh here, you take the gun." She said as she handed him the gun while simultaneously easily taking Felix's weight into her arms without slowing down a millisecond.

Mark nodded, not saying a word as he slowed his speed, "I'll catch up with you." He said as he moved the hand which held the gun forward and placing his spare hand on the gun for stability. Once Alana had progressed ahead, he fired the gun twice at the oncoming cars which hovered inches off the ground. He then pointed the gun to a staircase which was nimbly screwed to a wall and shot at it twice. In the matter of a few seconds, it began creaking and groaning before smashing against the concrete floor.

Mark then turned and ran forward, full on pelting toward Alana as the cops came to a sudden halt in their vehicles and began firing toward him.

Alana was running at half her full speed, which was plenty fast enough, not wanting to let Mark fall too far behind. She ran to the end of an Alley and turned a corner just to be dragged into the next Alley by an unknown hand, the hand clamped over her mouth while another held a knife to her neck. "Move and you die."

The gloom now fully encapsulated Mark and he came to an intersection of alleyways. "Alana!" He called, looking back to see the police climbing over the staircase which had fell across the road. "Shout out so I know where you are!" He called, looking around frantically.

(Maybe this guy who has the knife on you is that mysterious assassin which was on the roof?)

(cool, kk)

Alana's eyes were darting around fearfully. "If you make a sound, I'll slit your throat." The mysterious man said. "Now put the boy down, slowly." Alana slowly crouched down as the man crouched with her, still holding the knife to her neck and she laid Felix down on the ground. "Good, now come on." He grabbed her wrist and began running off at a breakneck speed. He was obviously a clone.

After a few seconds, Mark rushed forward, choosing a random alleyway and found Felix bundled on the floor. "Alana!" He called again as he brushed a hand through the air, pushing most of the pollution back, "Alana! Where are you?" He repeated himself, picking Felix up once again and placing him on his shoulder whilst walking forward brusquely.

Alana stumbled after him, trying to pull her arm free. "What are you doing? Who are you? Where are you taking me?" She said as she ran at her own breakneck speed.

"Just shut up and follow me." He said dragging her down multiple alleyways.

Mark began running once again, approaching intersection after intersection before he found himself lost in the maze of alleways. At least he had lost the swarm of police... but Alana was still out there, and he had know idea what happened to her. Exhausted, he moved Felix's limp body on to the ground and sat next to it, inhaling and exhaling loudly.

~

The man pulled a cloth from where his mouth was and kicked open the door of an abandoned house. The knife which was pressed against Alana's neck was drawn back as he gently nudged her inside the darkness. Around these parts of the city, all that seemed to be here was the darkness and gloom. He flicked a switch and a light glowered above them, hanging from the mould infested roof. "What's your name?" He said almost instantly, flicking the knife in the air which he caught in his palm before pressing it against her neck once again.

Alana looked around then swallowed nervously as he pressed the knife to her neck again. "A-Alana..." She said nervously. "Who are you... What do you want with me...?" She asked and thought. And if you're a clone, why haven't you already killed me?

The man released the grip on the knife and it clanged to the ground, "I ask the question he said as he noticed the bandage which ad been placed around her leg, "What happened there?" He asked.

Alana hesitated before turning to look at the man. "I was jumping over a barbed wire fence while running from the cops and my leg got caught."

He nodded, "I'm Arland." He said at last as he brought a hand to a moustache which was forming above his upturned lip. "I presume you're another one of the defective clones." He said, removing his hand and placing them both in the long coat which draped over his muscular frame.

"Another... wait... you're not-" She stared at him in shock.

Arland stared for a second before retrieving his knife and sheathing it into his pocket. "You're the first one..." He muttered to himself as his eyes trailed off toward a nearby window. "Who was the man your were with?" Arland asked, his voice not so hostile but still weary.

"The one I was carrying or the older one?" She asked uncertainly.

"Both." He said after a few seconds of hesitation. From his pocket, he revealed a gun which looked much more advanced than Mark's revolver - he loaded it with a green canister which had blue bubbles through it.

Alana eyed the gun nervously as she answered. "The one I was carrying was an old friend of mine... a clone and the other..." She took a deep breath. "He saved me from the hospital before they could give me the x-shot."

"The names." He said in a glum voice, "Tell me their names." He loaded the canister in the gun and it emanated a green smoke and slight hissing sound which echoed through the small, dark space which held them both.

Alana swallowed nervously. "W-Why do their names matter...?"