They came without warning. 

At one moment, everything was completely at peace. Everyone was in their beds asleep; some dreamt about the past and others about the future, but no one expected to have those dreams ripped from them as the police stormed into their apartment. Jordan, who slept in the room closest to the front door was taken first; it had always been hard for him to wake up once he finally went too sleep and was unable to react fast enough to the police's attacks. They yanked him out of bed and flipped him onto his stomach, slamming him hard onto the ground. They wasted no time in putting handcuffs around his wrists and then yanking back to his feet before marching him outside, ignoring his cries for help. However, his capture was not in vain as his cries along with the yelling and stomping of the policemen managed to alert the rest of the Cursed One's in the apartment. 

For once, Otiz was glad that he had picked the short end of the stick and ended up with the room furthest from the front door. It gave him just enough time to prepare for the Hunter's attack. However, there wouldn't be enough time for him to change clothes, so he stuffed them into his back pack, along with the few items he had piled up next to his bed, before slipping it into the back. He could hear the sounds of footsteps getting closer as he slipped into his shoes. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time there, the man turned to the only window in the room and lifted it before kicking out the screen that stood between him and freedom. Thankfully, he was on the first floor so jumping out of the window wouldn't be a problem for him. Otiz went to open the window, struggling a bit as it protested his efforts. It must have been a while since it had been last opened. Just as it finally began to budge, loud footsteps stopped in front of his door and the doorknob jiggled as they tried to get in. He had locked his door, thankfully, but he knew it wouldn't keep them out for long. 

[color=0072bc][i]I only need it to hold for a few more seconds. [/i][/color] Otiz thought as he worked to get the window open a few ore inches so that he could slide out. His movements got more frantic as the cops began to kick his door and he settled for kicking the frame of the window until it broke before hopping out onto the grass below.

The man ignored the shouts of the Hunters as they discovered he had escaped and bolted down the alley behind the townhouse. [color=0072bc][i]I can't be caught here. I've come to far to get caught now!![/i][/color] It had been a while since he had been in this situation and it had his mind jumbled with a mixture of worry, fear, and determination. So it wasn't too surprising that he ended up running right into a Hunter, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

[color=0072bc]"Oh sh-!"[/color] The impact knocked the wind out of him and it took him a few moments to sit up, coming face to face with the Hunter. Otiz was surprised to see that he had run into a blue haired female who didn't look like she would be out hunting people at two in the morning; but Otiz didn't miss the gun that had slide out of her hand during their fall and wasted no more time in getting back to his feet then sprinting down another alleyway that seemed to be void of Hunters. The man knew that the woman would be on his tail in a just a few moments and didn't bother to look back; he just hoped that he could outrun her instead of actually confronting her. While Otiz wasn't fond of hitting women, he was willing to do it if it meant staying alive.