Imagine Los Santos (GTA5) being real life. Now imagine yourself running from your archenemy, who is armed with a machete). He had taken your knife and knocked the handgun right out of your hand within a close encounter.
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I could hear the wicked fit of cackles coming from an unmasked male. Over the past year we had made an arch enemy out of each other, as I would steal his belongings, taking his income.. And he would brutally slaughter my clients in return. I knew his mask, but not his face as I knew his alias but not his real name. It'd be clumsy to keep such things out in the open for sticky palms to take control of, especially if you did business like us.
I am clumsy, for letting that fucking fool unarm me, leaving me in a vulnerable flee.. and he won't quit until he gets what he wants... My head. He would be foolish to pass up an opportunity like this..
He had chased me all the way from the main city. Skilled in free running, I had used the architecture for my advantage however it wasn't hard for him to keep up using a motorbike. I hadn't known how he tracked me down but he wasn't shy on making it known that he was searching for me.
"Come out, Mother!" H2ODelirious' voice cracked with never ending giggling.
My code name, Motherboard, had been given to me from the lot of other hackers, I specialized in cracking websites and passwords, obtaining information that have made the elite mad. They do want a bullet in my head to say the least.
Pressing firmly to the dark bark, conceding all of my breathing upon hearing the vague crunch under his shoe, I wouldn't dare to use this time to rest my muscles, no matter how much they begged. My hood covered my hair, and my hot breaths were shrouded by a black gas mask, I drifted lower against the trunk, ignoring it all, and focusing on Delirious.
Right above my head, his machete swung and punctured the tree, deeply and suddenly. His low giggles proceeded towards my surprised flinch. I let all my held in breath release in heaves, knowing he had me cornered.
"Heheheheh... Did you think you would survive? Huh?!" He almost shrieked, excitement getting the best of him, but I wouldn't feed his inflating ego. His arm yanked the weapon out of the wood, and drifted to pace, making sure to block my exits. Like a lion and a gazelle, I felt useless and stupid. My lack of response had only seemed to ignite his muse more, and he harshly threw his machete into the damp earth. The clouds above had already began covering the midday sky, sprinkles of rain now began to fall.
"Bitch, you will pay what you owe." The male in the hockey mask and ripped blue hoodie, paused his brash motions as if in a sudden train of ideas. I had about to moved but he quickly slammed my neck into the tree, grasping it tightly, soft gasps of breath escaped me to which he was pleased.
"How about I see your face before I jam my machete through it?!" With no hesitation would his hands dance to unmask me, flicking through the buckles until getting aggravated and yanking down my hoodie. Platinum-Blonde Dreadlocs held loosely in a pony-tail had caught the taller man off guard. He studied for a moment, only to be more intrigued and curious.
He grabbed a pocket knife, flicking it open before letting the blade slice the buckling. I sucked in my breath again, not scared but in a wave of un-expectation. Rain now hit the ground a bit harder, dots appeared upon his bright blue hoodie and against his mask, sheltered abit by the tree.
A large palm cupped the black hard material and would now slowly peel it away. Light green eyes pierced him, my brows knitted together. Lips slightly agape to breath. Through his mask I could feel his orbs glaring and studying at my face, brisk droplets sliding down as the rain became intense. It felt refreshing to take in the humid-cold air from heaving within the mask. His palm tightened around my neck.
