Watchdogs Imagines

Marcus- The Escape

"Come on out, we can just have ourselves a little chat" shouts the leader of a gang we've been trying to take down.

Me and Marcus managed to invade the main place of operations, destroying the list of targets the gang had and sending the information to the police, but as soon as we tried to escape the house, gang members showed up and surrounded us.

"Not so loud now are we?" The leader says, walking up to us whilst 2 men point their weapons at me and Marcus, who are on our knees.

"Fuck you!" I spit out at the leader, who shakes his head before smirking.

He comes up to me and I raise my head at him, showing my defiance. I glance at Marcus who is trying to shove off the ground, a look of worry and anger shows in his face.

"Ah, I guess we have a little spitfire here" the leader says, before crouching down to my height.

I glare at him, not looking away.

"So you the one who did that computer shit with my clients?" The leader asks me, wrapping his hand around my cheeks and squeezing my mouth.

Tears of pain fill my eyes, but I don't make a sound.

Suddenly Marcus buckaroos the people holding him down, he immediately disarms them as the leader scuttles away from me in shock, I take the opportunity to kick him in the balls and roundhouse kick the man behind me.

I grab a gun and chuck one to Marcus before picking one up for myself. Marcus nods in the direction of a skip, so we run to it as bullets fly in our direction.

We both duck behind the skip, the thud of bullets ricocheting off of the metal smother the sound of our panting. Marcus's hand cups my red and sore cheek.

"You okay?" His tender voice asks me. I nod and look away.

"Aight, I'll make a distraction which should give you enough time to run to that car over there, then you get the fuck outta here" Marcus tells me, quickly firing shots from behind our temporary hideout.

"What? No way," I shout at him, "I am not fucking leaving without you M, we're in this together".

Marcus begins to argue, but I lean out and fire a few shots of my own, I'm happy to hear a few grumbles and the sound of bodies falling in pain.

"Y/N, listen to me, if you don't get out of here right the fuck now, you're leaving in a body bag" Marcus says, his voice breaking on the last part.

I look to him to see his eyes watery, I've never seen him so scared.

"That asshole touched you" He mumbles, "I'm not letting him leave".

"M, I'm okay, we're both leaving here now" I say with determiantion, pulling him up.

"On three we run to that car, you hotwire it whilst I shoot, then we go back to a hotel so they can't track us" I tell him, grabbing his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Okay, on the count of three" Marcus agrees.

"One, two, THREE" I shout, running for car with Marcus right on my heels.