The Gun For Hire's Bounty

Chapter Eleven ◬ And Fuck You Too

TEMPEST

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I stare at the obscenely large police station. It’s like, a hundred stories high and one hundred and fifty-three feet wide. They got time to make the blueprints and build shit like this. They have enough money to pay for this shit, but they don’t have the money or the time for homeless people or people in poverty.

I twitch.

Morality wise.

One of which isn’t my forté.

If this is what people consider ′good,′ I don’t wanna know what evil is.

“Are you going in willingly, or am I going to have to drag you inside?”

I take one last look at the station before looking back at the person who represents all that I hate and detest with my entire being.

He raises a golden eyebrow at me, waiting for me to respond.

“Uhhh. No.” I take a step towards the station.

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Good. I was worried you were going to make me chase after you - ”

I bolt past him.

I am not going in there!

“And you made me chase after you.” He sighs.

I don’t even make it past the block when he tackles me down. I struggle against him by kicking, biting, and pulling on his hair. I go for his wings too, but that’s when he grabs my wrists and slams them down beside me.

I clench my jaw. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” I cry out in anger and anguish. “FUUUCK YOUUUU!”

People look at me with disdain.

I scowl at them. “What the fuck are you staring at? Huh? I hope you’re whole family line fucking suffers!” I curse them out. “I HOPE ALL OF YOU WATCHING DOING NOTHING, ALL GET JUMPED AND NO ONE TRIES HELPING YOU!”

“Don’t make this worse than what it already is-”

“Shut it, government errand boy!” I yell at him, inhaling and exhaling aggressively. “I hope you fucking die!”

He doesn’t respond. All he does is look deeply into my eyes. I furrow my eyebrows. “Stop doing that!”

His gaze burns deeper into my retinas. They look fucking terrifying!

I do the only reasonable thing in this situation and close my eyes.

“Please open-”

“NO!”

“Fine.” He pulls me up and holds me close, making sure I don’t try running again. “But I’m testing you.”

I open my eyes. “WHY??? I haven’t studied yet! You didn’t even tell me we had-”

“No.” He stops me, staring at me with discernment written all over his face. “Are you high right now?”

“Noooo.” I don’t think I’m even buzzed anymore. I twitch again. I get closer to him. ”Are you high right now?”

“Judging by the size of your pupils, you are.”

“That’s just how my pupils are. They’re always like that,” I state.

“Lying to a hero is a crime.”

I furrow my eyebrows together. “I tell the fucking truth, and you think I’m lying???? Fuck you!” I snarl at him, sounding somewhat animalistic. “I might as well just lie or shut the fuck up if everything that comes out of my mouth is considered a lie!”