Outstanding creative writing by Felix based on 'Man on Wire'

Man On Wire The cool night winds howl through the streets of Manhattan throwing old news papers like a ball in a rugby match. The faint barking of a dog can be heard in the distance echoing through the streets. A gaze sharper than flint burns in to me; I stare back. The owner of the eyes (an alley cat) scurries away and melts into the shadows, as if it was never there. Quietly I creep into my old dusty apartment and take off my police hat and vest and put them on a shiny silver hook. I check the time; it’s five forty five. “Too late to sleep now.” I thought.So instead l sit on my large leathery couch and turn on my little T.V and l flick through the channels. “I guess this will do” l say silently when l stop on a black and white movie. When it finishes it’s seven thirty and I get a call “There’s an emergency at the Twin Towers! Someone's walking between them!” says a deep urgent voice. “l’m on my way” l reply. Quickly and swiftly l put on my uniform and l rush through the door and into the streets. lt’s almost as if the streets wear a mask of colours, people and peacefulness; but at night it shows who it really is. l had no time to think about that now. l had to get to the Twin Towers and find out who this someone is and how he is walking between the towers. Luckily the Twin Towers are only a few blocks away. I run down streets and turn round corners ignoring the people staring at me as l stride past them. As l get closer l pass a coffee shop, a toy store and across the road l see a fashion store. But they're all empty, quiet and still. Round a corner l hear voices, hundreds of them all talking at once. l only manage to catch a few words like “Do it!”, “What’s he doing up there?” and “Will he jump?”. l look up not knowing what to expect. Suddenly l gasp in shock up in the air one quarter of a mile high was a man walking on a very long very thin wire. At the entrance to South Tower I see a group of police men waiting for me. “Finally you’re here!”