C.W.W.C. entry #4: Ten-year-old criminal

I was running around like crazy around the city. I was a ten-year-old criminal. I tried getting into a private property, where my brother was held hostage, a few months ago, trying to save him. I started to run at the speed of lightning, since the officer was holding a taser. I never looked back until I reached the fence of the factory. Then I saw that no officers were chasing me, and I started to climb the fence.