Just a little taste...

The man was still running, crossing block number six. Tony kept running, too, he was about a block behind him. The man's stride was steady; he was running to somewhere not just running aimlessly. Tony could tell the man was winded as he darted around the corner in front of him into the parking lot of an abandoned movie theater.
Tony's lungs were burning as he gasped for air trying to keep up. His legs were aching as his muscles cried out for him to stop, but he couldn't. Tony was usually in better shape, but after the day he'd had and being up for the last 20 hours he was already exhausted. This run was taking his exhaustion level over the edge. He hit the corner a short while after the man only to hear the engine of a car start up and panic welled up inside him.

“No!” Tony's mind screamed. “He can't get away!”

The car started to pull away and his heart accelerated. He pushed himself to run faster, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. They begged him to stop torturing them. His breathing was harsh and the rest of his body ached all over, but stopping wasn't an option, he had to catch him. His efforts seemed to be in vain as he watched the car pull away from him, but the memory that Rickey was dead and the tear streaked, bruised face of his girlfriend played over in his mind's eye and he found he was angry again and it over rode how tired he was. With a burst of adrenaline that his anger supplied to his limbs, Tony surged forward with a growl and jumped onto the back of the car before it could really take off.
To the driver's horror, he realized the thud he'd heard was Tony landing on his trunk and he screamed at the top of his lungs. He swerved the car back and forth trying to dislodge him, but Tony refused to let go. The driver turned frantically around the next corner as his car made a loud screeching sound leaving black marks on the ground in its wake hoping to throw Tony off. Tony's bloody fingers tried to hold on and he screamed as they went around the corner.
The man took a quick look out the back window when he straightened the car out. When he didn't see Tony he slowed his speed down and began to relax. As his foot rose off the gas and the car slowed, Tony took the opportunity to pull himself onto the roof. With the car going slower he had time to catch his breath and scoot himself across the top unseen. He reached into the driver's window and grabbed the unsuspecting driver's arm. Taken by surprise the driver screamed again and spun the wheel turning the car frantically. He came to another corner and tried to turn, but the car spun wildly as he lost control slamming sideways into a tree.
Tony was lucky; this time the frantic turn did throw him off. He landed hard on the ground some distance away just before impact. Although his body ached all over, he tried to get up, praying that a freak accident hadn't snatched justice from him. He stumbled to his feet patting himself down checking his body for broken bones or other serious injuries. He looked at the open door of the car and made his way to it and sighed with relief when he heard the muffled groans of the driver as he held the steering wheel reaching up to hold his head.

He’s alive, but he won’t be for long, he thought as he pulled out his gun.

The man was bleeding from his mouth and a large cut on his head, but he was alert enough to know a gun cocking when he heard it. Pain and fear played in his eyes as he looked into the barrel of Tony's .38. Tony looked down at the man that had ruined his life with pain and anger playing in his own eyes. Twenty four hours ago his life was on a high note and it all went wrong in the blink of an eye.