JoJo: Mystery is Afoot

Chapter 1: Mystery Awakens!

The world seems to rush by Exon, his legs carrying his petite body along as briskly as they could. Sweat droplets fade his pale cheeks. Shouts referring to him call out from behind is hurried form. Exon's senses were degrading as the wind creates a force against his ears and eyes. Every moment drove against him, but he couldn't halt for a moment. The pigs, as Exon called them, were gaining on his silhouette far too close for his liking. He wouldn't, couldn't continue on. Had his petty thievery been worth the pain it was about to cause??
No time to think. A turn. Another. The last until a dead end. How cliche and awful for his last free moments. He glances back, the cops weren't 7 meters away. His vision goes dank, his legs slowing down against the wall while the cops didn't.
They wore bright blue outfits, morbidly overweight. They disgusted Exon.
His body shifts to feel the clay and concrete wall, slamming it with a clenched fist. The cops advance even faster with this move, Exon blocking his face with his arms, knowing he was about to get beaten brutally for his misdemeanor.
Until the screaming stopped.
In the snap of the finger, the large beings' noises suddenly stopping. Exon couldn't believe it. He glances up from his clenched arms, his figure trembling.
A wall..?
He was surrounded by a similiar type of wall that he clung to just moments ago. The noises rise again.
"This isn't him..!! Where'd that little bastard go to!?" The voices call, Exon trembling even more.
As he feels his legs give out, he feels himself lifted up and over something.
Faint whispers. Bright, menacing colors appearing.
Had they beaten him senseless?
Had they permanently damaged his brain and that's why he saw everything he did?
No. Not even close, he reassures himself, this is real. My senses are fine. He was brought to his feet after being on his knees.
Exon took a large glance around him.
"A... Roof..?"
He corresponds to the blackened shillings under him, his raggedy shoes at a deep incline.
"What is going on!?" He ponders over and over again; the voice calling once more.
"Where's that little shit?!"
This retrieves him to reality, his legs taking off across adjacent roofs. His body feels not his own, his mind running, but now wasn't the time for emotions. His legs carry him to a slightly covered roof, the coverings going up a few meters for him to hide under.
So that's what he did.
Below him lay a bustling street line of figures. Each walked up and down the the grey tiled street. The foot steps tip tapped quietly, the cops' calls overwhelming in comparison.
His body sinks to the floor, attempting not to let himself deminish his adrenaline yet. His blood briskly burning his skin, the sun beating down on his agitated pores.
In his final moments of consciousness, he runs through possible explanations, coming up empty for everything he mustered. Exon's fried brain still tried, the darkness, the walls of the building, when something interrupts his otherwise clean vision. "A baseball cap?... Have they found.. Me..?"
His mind falters as his eyes close for now, color coming into view as his mind falls into a deep slumber.