His black Nike trainers pounded on the grey concrete of the path that was thick with small stones of grey and black. He knew that one wrong move and he would be slipping to the ground on his back and the chase would be over. Callum rounded the corner and saw a small moment of opportunity, he pressed his back against the red bricks of the building. He could feel the coolness of them pressing against his back, going through his light blue t-shirt onto his skin below. He could feel the dampness of the t-shirt thick with the sweat from the running he had done. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have to run again, but for just a moment he hoped that he could get his breath back. His breath came out in short and fast pants at first, he felt a drop of sweat make its way from his forehead and down the right side, moving past his eye brow he raised his hand and wiped it away as it reached his check and made that side of his face start to itch. His breathing slowed so he was able to push out longer, deeper breaths. He knew that he was going to have to get moving. He had looked back once as he reached the top of the last street and his peruser was a way behind, but he knew if he stayed here much longer he would be caught. Callum pushed himself away from the wall, he felt his shirt as it didn’t move away from his skin and just clung to him. Now that he had calmed somewhat and the bricks had cooled the sweat he was starting to feel the first part of a chill set in. His legs felt like jelly as he first tried to walk in the direction of the park. He had to get to the park, if he did and reached the bandstand in the middle he knew all this would be over. His left foot scuffed on the ground below as he did his best to move his feet quicker so that he could start to run again. Looking down for a split second he could see a grey scuff mark on the front of the black fabric. His new trainers, that would be something that he would be upset about later, but for now he had no time to worry. Forcing his limps to move faster, he picked up the pace again, his breath quickly becoming as fast paced as it had been before he took the short break against the wall. Not far to go now. He could see the dark green of the iron bars that surrounded the park through the leafy hedgerow. Just a small way along the road would lead him to the gate. Callum hoped that he hadn’t rested for too long, he didn’t want that to be the reason that he would get caught. He picked up his pace some more as his feet left the loose stones of the concrete path and found the paving slabs, they were uneven yes, but he was no stranger to this stretch of road. The countless times he had walked this route had him almost being able to memorise the slabs that were more uneven or wobbly than the others. Darting to his right he past through the gate, the same dark colour as the fence it was connected too. The bandstand was located in the middle, it wouldn’t take him long. The path for once unlike the rest of the journey was on his side. His trainers hit the smooth grey walkway and it was almost as if they were made to run on such a path, it was a perfect fit. He dug deeper inside himself and found more power to push himself and make him go faster still. Moving to his left, his feet landed on the lush, perfectly coloured grass, soft and spongelike from the bout of good weather they had been fortunate to have been experiencing. Not far to go. A few more steps and his feet would once again hit the path and put an end to this chase. He had two steps to make when he felt the clammy grasp around his wrist. He closed his eyes for a second trying his best to breath through the defeat. “Caught you!” James laughed. “My turn. You be the cop, I’ll be the robber.”