Riot [On Hold]

Chapter 16

Riot's POV

I sprinted as fast as I could,watching him run off into the distance.
I had to catch up with him,but he was running too fast.

Use your gun.

That would only cause a commotion. I thought we were running away from that?

Nothing made sense. Why is he running from me?

I followed him through the streets,pushing past people looking back at me in bewilderment,some giving me dirty looks.

I urged myself to run faster. This would be my only chance to find out what the hell was going on. There was no way I could let it slip away.

Not whilst I'm alive.

Eventually he turned into an alleyway behind a restaurant,climbing over a fence and jumping over to the other side.

I did the same,my heart panting,aching with exhaustion,begging for a break.

That was not going to happen.

I lurched over the fence,noticing we were now in a dark clearing.

I took my gun out,now far away from the busy streets.

From any areas where the public would be watching.

I crouched,swiftly moving into the bushes observing him slowly coming to a stop,panting,hands on his knees.

He turned around,noticing that I wasn't there.

This is your chance.

I grabbed my gun,aiming it at his leg,and pulled the trigger.

It shot into the side of his leg,as I watched him gaze at it in alarm before falling to the ground in pain,blood now soaking through his clothes.

I stepped out of the shadows, completely aware of my surroundings,watching him squirm with agony.

"R-riot," Roy panted,his hands clasping his leg in pain,"what the hell?"

I just smirked.

"You better start talking,you bastard.", I spoke,my gun pointed towards his head.

"R-riot,what the hell are you talking about?", he spoke,alarmed at my sudden actions.

Playing innocent, huh?

"Don't act so oblivious. You're hurting my feelings," I mocked.

The gun was loaded,and I wasn't afraid to fire.

Once again,I trusted the wrong person.

Believed the wrong guy.

"Tell me or you die Roy!" I roared,placing my finger on the trigger.

"R-riot,you really don't want to do this," Roy pleaded.

"You were leading me back to the place I was running from. Don't you fucking play around with this you bastard!"

"I-ts not like that,really,I-"

"Spit it out then you ass! Or your blood will be doing that job for you when I rip you up!"

Roy's eyes went wide,watching me make my way to his wound,placing my leg on his hand as he yelped in pain.

"I never knew I was working for him", he muttered,looking up at the sky.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I do jobs for people Riot. Arson,robbery, kidnapping,whatever. I do it for the money."