The Runaway (Purple Guy X Reader)

Chapter 1: [Mis]fortunate Meeting

~[The Runaway - Chapter 1: Misfortunate Meeting]~

He held his breath as the sirens of the all too familiar police cars wizzed past his current hiding place. He had to stay perfectly still and silent. Otherwise it's the madhouse for him. He pressed his back against the wall, ignoring the squish of sweat and blood against brick. Footsteps were coming his way.

Tiredness pulled at the criminal's eyelids, but he refused to submit to the pain and dark of sleep. He must stay awake, just a little longer at least.

"Goodamnit Mack, you lost him ya' twat!" groaned a voice somewhere nearby the alley. A smack sounded shortly after the string of colorful curses.

A whimper followed that, and 'Mack' shuffled backwards into view. "I'm sorry Tom, I swear!"

Purple eyes slowly made their way from the ground, pinpointing the voice's owners.

A cowering, petite figure's features came into view of the streetlight. A black eye however, shaded his unseen iris.

"Don't lie to me you ungrateful maggot! You lost a good five dogs to this supposed mastermind, who really is more of an idiot than what they say."

The purple eyed man let a deep, husky but hushed chuckle escape his lips. "Big shot, aren't you," he told to himself. His fingers twitched as he regained focus on this Mack character. Poor guy doesn't deserve to be beat up by his superior. "Where are the cops when you need them," he mumbled.

Purple clutched his shot shoulder with his left hand, shuffling over to the men as stealthily as possible. The urge to put them out of their misery is strong. With one first look, Purple could tell, the superior is having troubles with family and money. As for the younger, smaller one, well, you can already tell.

The bigger man raised his hand once again, aiming at the younger in the dark streets, and the younger immediately positioned his hands to protect his face.

Before Purple knew it, a gray near blur (or whatever the hell it was, blame blood loss) stood before the petite one, and snatched a hold of the arm.

Once Purple's sight had cleared some, he realized it was a girl in a gray hoodie and jeans, the hoodie draping over her hidden face. He squinted to make sure.

"You know, this is illegal right? And the fact that you're a cop just makes this plain ironic."

The man whom was held on by the female tugged at his arm setting it free, but with the cost of a red marked wrist. He glared daggers at the woman, massaging his injured right wrist. "Who the fuck do you think you are to sass me around like that? I'm practically the law you nosey bitch! I can arrest you for no good reason and still not get into trouble," he said as he pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.

Even though her face was hidden, the lighting seemed to show her lips curl into smirk. "I'd think twice if I were you. Think fast."

The policeman's face wrinkled with confusion at her words, but quickly melted into one of pain.

She had kicked his groin, causing him to grunt in pain and double over.

"You.. really think that's... gonna stop me?"

Her confidence practically oozed through her smirk. She wasn't done yet. She kneed him in the gut before he could even stand up straight, then proceeding to slam the back of her elbows against his arched back, sending the man falling face first into his new best friend, the cold concrete. That should keep him down for at least a while.

The girl turned away from the pained cop and faced the younger one, concern now replacing her smug expression. "Hey, you alright?"

The dirty blond haired boy simply nodded, recovering from his shock.