I swiftly kicked down the door and rolled in, dodging a knife to the head. I quickly leaped up and punched the criminal in the gut and tried to disarm him. Before I could cuff him he punched me in the face and dove out his misty window onto the rusty fire escape. I desperately clambered out, trying to keep on his heels. I rushed down the stairs after him and quickly jumped down a level of the old brick house onto a pile of soft rubbish bags. My throbbing feet carried me as fast as lightning towards him.
I followed the sound of the angry drivers and I dashed into the alley way he jumped into. "Your cornered now!" I shouted as I found him trying to climb a very sharp barbed wire fence. Before I could arrest him he rolled over the barbed wire, shredding his shirt to pieces. I leaped onto the fence, the sharp pain stung my wrists. But my mind was set on catching him. I franticly kicked and pushed until I had made it over the fence. Surround by a puddle of thin blood. I could barely walk as I limped over to the street I had seen him cross. The warm red blood trickled down my arms as I saw him, lying in a small thorn bush across the street, he had tripped. I happily pulled out my cuffs.
