Cristiano Ronaldo Jr [one-shots]

The Run pt 1

I ran down the street, flashing red, and blue lights followed me.

I skidded to a stop, making a quick decision before going back into a sprint. Grabbing my gun from my holster, I span around and pressed myself against a wall.

The doors opened and slammed as the cars came to a stop.

"Come out with your hands in the air!" An officer shouted. No way, little man. I watched them slowly advance on me through the reflection of a window.

"Come out now!" They shouted again.

"Okay, you asked for it, so I'm going to give it to you!" I whispered. I sprang out and fired the pistol, aiming at the air above them.

"She's armed and firing! I repeat, armed and firing!" An officer yelled down a walkie-talkie.

"Put the gun down!"

"After you." I replied.

"Madam put the weapon down. Otherwise, we will shoot."

"Mmmm, no, I'm okay!" I said, grinning. The police looked shocked for a second but quickly shook themselves.

Before they could reply, I ran back down the alley and flung myself to the wall, swinging myself up the wall and landing on the roof.

I sprinted across the roof to the roof. I had been running for a couple minute's, and I knew they had lost me, so I jumped down, almost landing on a boy.

"Oh my god, get out the way!" I yelled, shoving him as I landed on the pavement.

"What the hell were you coming from! Frick is that a gun?!" He said.

"No, it's a knife." I snapped, shoving it back into the holster strapped to my thigh.

He snorted. I glared up at him.

"Watch yourself. Lucky I didn't kill you!" I sneered.

"Okay, shortie." He responded, smirking.

"What did you just call me!" I said, shoving him against the wall and taking the gun back out, shoving it to his head.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He said, pushing me off of him. I lowered the pistol.

"Shortie." He whispered into my ear.

I turned around my fist, grazing the side of his face as he dodged.

He quickly grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall face first.

"Bet you weren't expecting that shortie." He mused, handcuffing me.

"Fu -"

"Uh uh uh! No foul language misses!" He said.

"You're so bloody annoying." I hissed.

"I know, love." He said.

"But quite stupid." I said. My leg jerked backwards, hitting him in the groin.

He doubled over letting go. I jumped over him, taking the key from his hand.

My gun lay on the floor, and I kicked it up, catching it with my mouth.

"Okay, that was unexpected. Now give me the key, and I will leave you unharmed." He said.

I spat out cuss words, but they were muffled by the gun in my mouth.

"Finally, that thing comes to use." He said.

I spat it out of my mouth.

"Un cuff me, and I won't kill you." I snarled.

"And how do you intend to kill me if I don't?" He asked.

"Shut up and stop asking questions. Now do as I say!" I commanded.

"Okay." He said, shrugging.

"I said do as I- what?" I said taken aback.

"I'll do it." He said. I raised a brow.

"I don't trust you."

"Okay." He said in a bored voice.

I sighed and turned around.

"No funny business." I snapped. 

He took the key out of my hand, his skin brushing against mine, sending a shiver through my body.

The cuffs dropped, and I picked up my gun and took off, not looking back.