Swift Realities (fiction)

The footsteps behind me became evident just seconds ago, but its obvious they are pointed. I pick up my pace and so do the steps, my mind begins to race and steam puffs out of my mouth with every breath. My palm is sweaty now, gripping this briefcase that is my sisters only chance for survival, buying stolen medicine on the black market isn't ideal, but I promised I would keep her alive, so here I am.

I am sprinting now, the buildings rush past. I rush up some stairs into a long railed roof, my pursuer follows. My heart races as I try to catch my balance on the slick Ice, gripping the briefcase with my sisters life inside of it. I just gain my balance when I feel two hands on my shoulders, the man lifts me up making me drop the briefcase, with a look in his eyes. Sadness? Sorrow? I don't know, i didn't have time to identify it when his foot slipped and he hurled forward sending me straight over the railing. I manage to grab the ledge before falling to my death, he steps towards me arms extended, why is he helping me? I think as I shift my hands and reach to his, just before our hands touch his eyes flicker to the briefcase. He immediately retracts, his eyes turn to ice and he backs to the briefcase and picks it up and sprints down the stairs just as the police sirens blare below me. I can hear the thump of the policeman's boots as they rush towards me, but its too late. My hand slips.