Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Arresting.

(A/N: This chapter's weird lmao)

Barry ran through the woods, emergency ores layered in his arms. Rafe raced past him, carrying a backpack full of supplies. He jumped into a small boat docked on the grounds edge while Barry pushed it up, leaping in behind the wheel and making the engine roar to life. Rafe looked around anxiously while Barry drove on with confidence. Past gatherings of reeds and aquatics and into the deeper waters. 

It wasn't long until they found themselves swamp like waters, layered with algae and other sea dwelling plants. Not many fish though. The boat carved its way through the moggy waters. Drifting gently past trees peaking out of the river. Rafe fiddled through his bag for the seventh time, checking for the essentials. He fished around and brought out the last thing on his list- the gun. Zipping the backpack up roughly and yanking it closed. He picked up the bag and turned, placing it on the floor behind him. Barry looked down at it, furrowing his brow. 
"Hey I'm all for a man's right to defend himself, Rafe, but, uh. Your ass is gunna get shot for carrying that thi-"
"They ain't gunna get me alive I tell you that much." Rafe shot back at him from the front of the boat, not bothering to turn around.
A bird nearby was startled, and flapped quickly in shock. Leaping out of the rustling trees. Rafe jumped slightly, eyeing it up.
"I've never been back here before." He said in his slurred voice.
"You don't wanna be seen now do you." Barry replied, steering them around gently with a grin on his face.
Rafe watched the waters below, "You know. Everyone thinks that nature's all chill. Right? That's such bullshit. Everything trying to kill everything else all of the time, and..."
A strange noise cut him off. 
"...And every single thing has to kill to live."
Barry looked him up and down, suspicion filled his eyes.
Rafe began to smile a wicked grin. Trying not to laugh. "Killing is nature."
He sat upon the boat's front, his feet up on the wall. Barry stared at him with concern. Country club wasn't the same stupid stoner he once knew. He'd been poisoned and broken. Beyond repair. He wasn't safe anymore. 
"I don't particularly dislike you Rafe. But I ain't gunna forget how your father punked my ass.... It's long been due y'all pay me some respect."
Rafe had a bad feeling... Something was wrong. "Hey where you taking-"
Splash.
Barry was overboard.
"Hey!" Rafe shouted in panic and rage. 
"He's got a gun!" Barry shouted. He was a low-life he would admit that much. But he weren't a killer. Rafe was a danger to everyone.
"Rafe, stay where you are!" Shoupe shouted from the woodland grounds around the murky river. "Keep your hands where we can see 'em or we will shoot!"
Rafe's last shred of trust snapped inside him. The only man he had faith in just gave him up. No one would ever stand by him... would they. He though about Y/N. He'd just have to make them stay- and he can't do that from jail.
A police boat rolled around a river corner, filled with armed officers.
Rafe gritted his teeth. He wouldn't be taken alive. Rafe went straight for his bag.
"Don't open that bag!" Shoupe shouted. He didn't want to shoot this kid...
Rafe stood up on the boat, holding a gun.
Shoupe sighed and raised his pistol. The officer beside him held up his own automatic, and they shot. Shotguns booms and rifles whistles. The waters surrounding Rafe and his boat exploded and splashed with each spitting bullet. 
Rafe ducked and slid into the water on the other side of the boat, falling into the brown-green waves and disappearing from view. However, the bullets were blocking his exit- if he tried to run he would be shot. He would die. Rafe gasped and spluttered in the water, his dad's hat falling from his blonde head. Rafe grabbed it with his spear hand. 
"Hold your fire hold your fire!" Shoupe shouted.
Rafe was panicking...
Barry had jumped onto a water-ski the cops had given him to escape, roaring into the distance.
"You hit?" Shoupe asked Rafe. "We don't wanna kill you son. But you're making it damn hard."
Rafe didn't reply, he was trying to cock his gun.
"That pistol ain't gunna work now that it's been wet!" He shouted.
"Don't be a fool boy! Toss it away!" Shouted the officer holding a shotgun.
Shoupe agreed, "Why don't you throw that gun on out? Where we can see it."
Rafe was panting heavily.
The officer holding a shield spoke up, "No where for you to go Rafe." 
"All right?" Shoupe asked... Rafe still hadn't spoken.
"All right." He said in a gravely voice, tossing the gun to the side. 
"Attaboy." Shoupe lowered his gun. "Now just ease on out from the boat. We'll come to you." 

Rafe was cornered. He was going to escape or die trying.
He bolted from the boat, each step feeling like he was running through toffee. 
"Damn it Rafe!" Shoupe shouted. They drove after him. Rafe shot a look over his shoulder just to see the officers closing in.
"Go go go!" One shouted.
"Freeze! Damn it, freeze!" 
Some leapt from the boat to the bank, running towards Rafe's exit. One leapt into the waters after him. Officers on quadbikes roared through the paths on land.
Barry appeared nearby, sitting on his jetski. "Go get 'im boys!"
Rafe pulled himself onto the muddy, spikey bank, panting and coughing up dirty water.
Shoupe appeared behind him, gun raised. "Stay right there." He shot a look at Thomas. "Stay put. He's unarmed."
Rafe glared up at the officers.
"That turn out like you thought it would?" Shoupe asked, before saying "All right." And giving the officers the go-ahead to arrest Rafe. "You injured?"
The officer cuffed his arms and turned him over, Rafe's eyes boring into Shoupe with an intense fire. His blood was pumping around his body, he was incredibly angry.

The news got back to the Camerons quickly.
Ward sat on his bed, fiddling with a golden-framed picture of Ward, Rose, Rafe, Sarah and Wheezie together on midsummers. Rose in her lady liberty headdress, Sarah looking rather forlorn.
"They arrested him Ward. Do the math. The druthers is right out there we could be in international waters in no time." Rose hurried around, packing a small bag of clothes. "And I don't think it's just Rafe. I think they have something on you. We'll take a much fuel as we can and we'll deactivate the tracking device. Rafe's lawyers can help him it's not going to do any good if all of a sudden you're--" She noticed he was staring into space, completely gone.
"Ward!" 
He snapped to life, his eyes glassy.
"Where are you?"
"It's gonna be okay." He whispered. If this plan went wrong... he might never see Rose again.
"Yeah it's gunna be okay because we're gunna get out of here Ward. We can still save ourselves we need to think of Wheezie. You have got to think of her-"
"I am." He shushed her.
"Ward we can do it.. We can."
Ward held her close and put a hand on her cheek. "It's gonna be okay Rose. You're gunna have to trust me."
Her face crumbled as her eyes filled with tears, she nodded. "Okay..."
"Good..." He hugged her softly, whispering, "It's okay... It's okay..."
She whimpered in his arms, afraid.

(A/N: Drama llama.
Until next time Xx)