Alright, as you can see, I've done some modifying to the blog. It's a bit bright and distracting, but you'll get used to it. I for one find it beautiful. One thing I've always wondered is whether or not you guys think these things actually happen to me. Well, they don't. I don't write any of these stories from experience, because this stuff is pretty crazy and it might happen to a few unfortunate souls, but never to me. Hope we have that cleared up now. Anyways, here's another story for you. This one doesn't explain a lot of things and there isn't much detail on the characters, so just use your imagination to think up what's happening. Think of this as one of those descriptions you could find on the back of a novel. Well, hope you guys enjoy this story I have for you. If any of you don't like my writing and have any suggestions, feel free to comment of inbox me or something, I'm such a noob at writing stories and I would really love to know what you guys think. Thanks [: ~ Angel
My feet hit the pavement in sync with my heartbeats. What a mess I had gotten myself into, a mess that would take quite some time and effort cleaning up. I couldn’t worry about that right now though; the police were after me, guns and dogs at their disposal. Navigating my way through alleys, I finally found the warehouse Nikki had told us to meet at. Just a few more steps, then I would be there.
A shot, that’s all it took for me to go stumbling to the ground. I couldn’t feel anything, where had it hit? It didn’t, the bullet only grazed my ankle, causing a deep crimson to seep through my sock and drench my foot. I would have to keep going; I couldn’t let a little injury stop me. But that’s not what the police wanted at all, the bullet wasn’t supposed to stop me, only get me down long enough for them to catch up. I cursed my foolishness; I shouldn’t have fallen for it.
“Halt!” A firm grip landed on my shoulder, I instinctively jerked away which only caused several more hands to confine me in their clutches. There was a light in the warehouse window, a shadow stood hidden by the curtains. Nikki, she was watching me, watching my failure. I had failed, the only thing I was supposed to do was to not get caught, but here I was being shackled down and dragged to their cars.
“We’ve stopped the search Sargent.” A scratchy voice came through a walkie-talkie.
“Great job team!” hooted their leader. They think that they’ve won, that I’m the culprit they’ve been trying so hard to catch. How sadly mistaken they are.
A frenzy of bullets rained down on us, taking down every single man, including the one I was chained to. He leaped down from a nearby tree, guns in hand.
“Took you long enough,” I mumbled as he unlocked me from the metallic grip of cuffs.
“Sorry sunshine,” he grinned. “I didn’t think that I’d have to come save your sorry butt from these cops, how many times has it been now? Three times in the past five days I recall.” There was a mocking edge in his voice that made me grit me teeth and cast him an evil glare. He knew I hated it when he teased me. His face suddenly turned serious. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
He took my hand as we began sprinting towards the warehouse, handing me a gun “just in case”. I rolled my eyes; big brothers were such a nuisance.
I looked back at the bloody scene we just left. Those cops never saw it coming, never knew that we had backup plans. Though we may just be “little kids”, they never should’ve underestimated us. Now look at them; a bloody mesh of limbs sprawled out over the park floor.
“Sargent! What where those shots?” came a panicked voice from one of the talkies.
No, they never saw it coming. But this could’ve happened to anyone, stuff like this gets even the best of us.