Stories Im Probabky Never Going To Finish

Criminal

I took a deep breath as I looked down the pitch black alleyway. I glanced back having my heart pound loudly being the only thing I could hear. A man dressed in black from head to toe had been chasing me since I jumped out my hotel window. I was more afraid of going back to my father than going down some dark alleyway. I took forward having my body become weak but I kept pushing forward. My lungs burned from the chilled winter quickly filling my lungs. But I kept running looking back once to find that the man wasn't there, but a small figure came running at me. My eyes opened wider in horror as I scrambled forward tripping on my own two feet. But my body began to feel numb from pushing myself and my legs fell from under me having my body slam to the ground. My cheek stung as blood dripped from it and I got to my feet again shakily having the small figure come to the tip of my shoes. I couldn't see their face but they were smaller than me... by a lot. They took a single step forward and planted their fist into my gut having pain shoot through my body. I collapsed to my knees grabbing my stomach, and they stood over me and I looked up and caught their gaze, their eyes were the ones of a lion locked onto its prey. It terrified me as they lifted their foot higher than my head and my world at that moment went black.

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My body was sore as I began to wake up. I stirred slightly and rolled onto my side and I felt cold concrete under me. I opened my eyes groggily groaning loudly, and took in what was around me. It was room that was completely concrete and only a single door that had been boltlocked. I tried moving my arms to find they were pinned behind my back, I glanced back and found that bright red duct tape had been wrapped around my wrists and elbows, confirming my suspicions. I looked back to the room and a large rolling chair that was full black leather sat in front of me and a pair of feet hang from it. Black combat boots that went up to their ankles and black socks pulled up further than I could see. I pulled my knees to my chest and groaned as my cheek stung painfully and I let my head flop against the chilled floor. The chair squeaked as it lazily spun in a circle to a small girl with phantom blonde hair and killer red eyes. I wasn't surprised by this for my father always hired weird people to catch me.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead," she said, hopping from the chair and walking over to where I was laying on the floor. She squatted and ruffled my brown hair and looked over me. "You okay? I hit you pretty hard back there." How on earth was I supposed to answer her when red tape was pressed over my lips. I groaned and rolled over away from her and towards the wall.

"That's rude," she said, reaching out towards me and grasped my jacket and rolled me back over. She tucked her white hair back behind her ear and smiled softly. "I ain't gonna hurt you." Her eyes spoke otherwise, they bore holes into my skull as she kept my gaze. They wanted to watch me be hurt and they horrified me. She turned back to the desk and flipped her hair over her shoulder as her watch flashed. She clicked it and a familiar voice broke through the silence.

"Where is that piece of trash," it barked as my gaze fell to her shoes. The girl looked over me again and poked my belly making me groan and roll over onto my back. I had a bruise from where she hit me.

"He's here," she said, pointing the watch towards me and I caught myself looking to the screen that had a man's face, he had thick black hair and a scowl was mounted on his face and his blue eyes serious and stern.

"Well hello, you piece of shit," he growled as I looked away painfully.

"You don't say something like that," she hissed turning the watch back to her. "Have you ever thought that you were the reason he ran away?" He laughed in response, booming laughter that was haunting.

"I know I'm the reason the mut ran away," he laughed as the girl scowled.

"He isn't an animal."

"It is to me." At those words she glared through the screen and growled.

"He isn't an it either," she hissed, slamming her hand down onto the watch breaking it to crumbles that fell to the floor, her wrist was now a deep crimson. "Now I see why you ran away, but I can't let you go." She sighed getting to her feet and trudged over to a desk. I rolled over away from her again trying to feel less emotional. He had done that ever since I was born and now he wanted me to marry some girl I never met. I sighed thinking that he was out to get me.

"Hey, don't be upset you have me, well not really but with me he can't hurt you," she said, as she walked back over to where I was and rolled me onto my back. She had bandages in her hand and a sharpie. I looked up at her skeptically as she kneeled down and lifted up my shirt. She placed the bandages on the bruised skin and bone and wrapped tightly making sure that it was tight but it wouldn't hurt me. She then popped the sharpie lid off and placed it to the tape on my lips and draw a long curved line making me look like I was smiling.

"My name's Miya Uesugi," she said, her smile spread across her face giving her a glow that made my heart stop. She wasn't a bad person, well I hoped she wasn't. "And you are Yosai Kuroda." She looked back over me and sighed. "I feel kinda bad having you all tied up like that," she sighed and pulled out a knife from her camo cargo pants. "You know, I've read a lot about you, but I don't think those records are right, so you either prove to me I can trust you or I'll have to bind you again." She cut the tape from my legs and then the tape around my elbows and then she pulled the tape from my lips leaving a stinging sensation.

"Thank, Miss Uesugi," I said, my voice was hoarse probably from lack of water.

"Call me Miya," she smiled as she helped me sit up, and she then pinned me against the wall.

"What are you doing," I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up. She came close to my face and pulled out a red marker that was washable.

"I'm going have some fun while you can't do anything." She laughed, she then began to draw on my face as I shouted in protest. After drawing a monocle on my face and writing Hottie on my forehead she got up and went to her chair leaving me to sit on the floor with red marker on my face. She spun in it and was looking away and that's when I thought it was about time I got out of there. I pushed myself against the wall and got to my feet stifling my whimpering as my stomach had pain shooting through it. When I was on my feet I stumbled towards the door and quietly got to it and then undid the latch and as it fell it banged against the door. Her gaze darted towards me and I fumbled with the knob as she paused and I could see the pain in her eyes. She didn't want me to leave and that's why deep in her eyes I could see her disbelief. I threw the door opened and booked it out of the room to a helicopter pad and cold winter snow that nipped at my skin. But before I could get any farther I was caught from behind and an arm pinned my arms to my body as I thrashed in Miya's grip.

"I told you..." she said, as she fought against me and pinned me in the freshly fallen snow. "I can't let you go."

"Why's that," I asked, wiggling under her surprisingly strong grip.

"I can't tell you," she said, her words caught in her throat as she held me stomach down. "And I can't let you leave, I'm sorry!" She bit into her bottom lip as I watched as tears streamed down her crimson cheeks. "I'm sorry!"