"I'm not called a Lynx for no reason, you know?"
"I am afraid of no big cats, Lynx. They always grow to fear me instead."
(Y/n) (L/n) is a young assassin from England. She was brought out to New York, America for the Assassination of an infamous gan...
By the time we pulled up outside the building where Ash's car had been abandoned, police cars had surround the place. I saw Ash with his hands in front of him being push out of the building by two officers. "Ash!" Me and Shorter shouted in unison. Ash's head instantly whipped towards us, his emerald eyes stared into my single exposed (e/c) eye. I walked over to where he was being held, waiting to put him in the black and white car.
"I didn't do anything! (Y/n), I swear I didn't kill Marvin!" He pleaded, struggling against his metal handcuffs. I glanced back but Shorter had disappeared, probably in fear of being recognised. "That hurts, damnit!" Ash cursed at the officers as they touched his right arm, where he had been cut by Marvin's' leather belt not too long ago. "Watch his arm. There is a rather nasty gash that'll need treatment." I said, looking one of the officers in the eye. The man nodded, gently pushing me aside so they could get to the car I was stood in front of. "If its not too much of a bother, may I ride with you?" "Uh... can she?" One officer whispered to another, who looked equally confused by my wish. "I will take the silence as a yes? Wonderful." I slid into the car next to Ash without any protests from the officers. One of them got in next to me, two others in the front. The blonde boy shot me a confused look, but didn't say anything. He simply sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool glass window. He looked so... dejected. I gently placed my hand on the knee closest to me, just to be stared at coldly by Ash. I attempted to retract my but was stopped by two larger, rougher hands landing on top of mine. Ash held my hand on his knee while still staring out of the window, leaving me to smile quietly to myself.
After about 10 minutes, we arrived at the nearest police station. Ash was lead inside to some sort of interrogation room. The ginger guy, who I had now learnt name is Charlie, allowed me to come in with him. Some police officers questioned him but he replied with, "She's with me." and they didn't question it further. I stood with Charlie and and another guy behind a man I didn't like the look of. Ash was sat at the other end of the table.
"I know you very well, Ash." The guy sat down started. "I hope you're not hustling anymore." He was greeted by silence from Ash, who had his head turned away. "Keeping silent, huh? How about this?" The man passed a brown envelope towards Ash. "We found something interesting in the swines room." Ash's head snapped towards the envelope, a look of horror on his face before he quickly turned away. "There were a few videos, too." The man opened a CD case and removed the disk, placing it in a player. "Stop!" Ash yelled, still not looking forwards. "Something wrong?" The man asked, resting his chin in his hand and looking at Ash in a patronising manor. A magazine was passed into my hands. "See for yourself. The swine had quite a nasty taste." I took one look at the cover before throwing it across the room. "Do not place that shit in my hands." Charlie looked me confused until he looked at the magazine for himself. "Child pornography." He muttered, his face twisting in disgust. "And the kinky kind, too." The man in front of us said with a weird, sadistic smile. "Watch, the movie is starting."
I turned away from the film after seeing the first few seconds. I didn't need to see anymore. That short clip made me sick to my stomach. "That's enough." I growled, my eyes flicking from the ground to Ash. "I'm going to puke." Charlie muttered, his hand covering his mouth. "That's you, isn't it Ash? How old were you then? 10? 11? A little bit older?" The man continued to torment Ash as the film carried on playing. "That fat ass is Marvin, right? That's why you killed him. You had a grudge with him. You wanted to kill him. Am I wrong?" Ash's mix of fear and anger was starting to take over his body. His breathing became uneven and mis muscles trembled. "Answer me!"
Ash stood up out of his chair, slamming his hands onto the table. He towered over the other man, his face twisted with the overwhelming emotions I couldn't quite place my finger on. He stayed like that for a couple seconds while the other guy simply sat there, a self satisfied smirk plastered on his face. Ash eventually fell back down into his chair, looking defeated. "Lieutenant, the hospital is ready." An officer knocked on the door before saying. The 'Lieutenant' tutted before saying. "Fine. Take him away." The officer entered the room and grasped Ash's shirt sleeve. "Get up." He said and Ash obeyed, not having the will to fight back. "Later, movie star." The lieutenant smirked as Ash left and took another puff of his cigarette. "You bastard." I muttered, spitting on the floor and following Ash and the officer out of the interrogation room.
"Ash!" I called, jogging down the corridor and he stopped, but didn't turn around. "You bore that well... I couldn't have taken that." I said, my eyes on the ground as my hand reached up for his shoulder. As soon as I felt the material of his shirt beneath my fingers, he spun around. "Don't touch me!" He yelled, making me look up and take a step backwards. "Keep your filthy hands off me." He snarled under his breath as he was yanked back around by the policeman. I watched them leave, just standing where I was bewildered. In his defence, I would also be on edge after that. So I couldn't be too annoyed at him, however it still hurt. I knew Ash was being taken to a hospital, so I could go and visit him later perhaps but as for now, I was going to stay with Charlie. When he came out of talking to Ash in his hospital room, that is.
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