𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ᴍ.ʏɢ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-(Il)legal-

-CLARA

I sprinted towards the empty alleyway, trying to get away from the white cars with red and blue sirens. However, the volume of the siren kept me stern; my revolver glued to my hands, ready to shoot at one glance.

Breathing heavily through the crisp air, I found myself sweating in the end of November. My heartbeat drumming in my ribcage, as if would jump out if it could. I tried my best to be silent, keeping my ears perked. Unfortunately, the loud beating of my organ filled my brain, deafening me a little.

My eased up physique stiffened when I heard some footsteps approaching near, and some faint voices.....

"Are you sure she can be here?"

"There are possibilities. She can't go far in such short span." There is the familiar voice, whom I had been dealing with for the last six months, officer Min.

Threats, bribes....nothing! Nothing could leave a scratch on him. He was fully dedicated to his job, and so was I.

It's not that sometimes I didn't feel respect creeping up to my chest for him, for the country needed more cops like him, but I coundn't give in. The real boss is much more dangerous, and if I even made it out alive from the jail, I would still be accepting death from his hands. And of course, catching a person who's out of the country was nothing but wishing upon a shooting star.

It's not that I liked my job, dealing drugs and getting into fights whenever needed. But life is not always sparkles and unicorns. To live it, you have to face the darkest corners of it, which I was doin- scratch that, was forced to do.

Only if I could quit all of this and get back into my norm- i stiffened feeling the boots to close, and my index automatically made it to the trigger out of reflex- ready to shoot at any time.

And before I could comprehend much, a loud bang along with the sharp pain in my leg made me leave a scream, instantly falling upon the ground and holding the bleeding area where I was shot.

The revolver of mine was far forgotten, as I was busy to cope with the unbearable pain, unable to stand up. And just then, officer Min appeared, revolver in his right hand while a pair of hancuffs dangled on the other.

"You are under arrest, Clara Ashcroft." This was the last thing I wanted to happen.

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"How long are you working for this gang?" He enquired, where nothing came out of my mouth.

It had been quite a while since I was sitting here. After trying multiple times and getting silence as every answer, he sighed and stood up, putting his hands inside his pockets.

My hands were cuffed, leg bandaged as the pain fainted a bit. My face was void of any emotions, nothing coming out of my mouth- no, not because I wanted to cover up for my gang, but because I was too tired. I could already vision my future; after getting free from here that 'son of a bitch' boss will send a man to send me to paradise- the fuck- of course hell. The same thing happened to a few gang members too, in fact I had also killed a member like that, where he was on his way from the police station to home.

My trance was cut off when I heard him saying, "You know I don't care about gender when it comes to work..", I looked up to meet his gaze, motioning him with my eyes to continue. "So you know that I can also give you third degree if I want, if you-" he pointed at my lips, "are going to stay like that."

'Doesn't matter now. I'm going to die anyways.' My inner voice spoke.

"You will not die." He let out, reading my mind. And for a moment I thought if I had said it out loud. But he scooted closer to the table between us, leaning down toward me, his voice deeper than before when he spoke, "If you shake your hands with me."

'Shake my hands with him? Means working under him being in my gang?'

My eyes widened as the realization struck me. Betrayal? No, never. I might not be a sane person, I might want to get rid of my job every time, but betrayal was never my thing. Never, in a life, I could do that.

I met his eyes, his body still leaned on the table, our faces just inches away. I parted my lips to vocalise my thoughts but the words got stuck in my throat when I noticed his gaze.

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AFTER A LONGGG TIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Finally I get over my writers block. But don't be so happy, I won't be able to continue my books before my exams finish. ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ
Whatever, a CLIFFHANGER!!! (Yayyyyy!!!)

I know, I'm sorry that it's short, but I've already planned to make a part two of this.

So just tell me, should I add romance or make it toxic as it is?

And yeah, this one wasn't planned. I abruptly wrote this in 30 minutes. (I'm serious believe me T-T)

Don't forget to vote and comment. Your suggestions are always appreciated. So this was it. Here I was, your dear author Violet. ♡