The cans that contained liquid in variant of colors were waved in the air, two of the finest boys in the University played with the yellow-painted walls of the institute.
His long, slender fingers ran across his jet black hair, and halted to the back of his head and leaned on the cold, deteriorated wall. His plumped, pink lips formed a circle and blowing off air, creating a pinkish bubble from his earlier gum.
He raised his leg, bending inwards and also leaning on the wall, Nike's rubber sole forced back the coldness that was about to creep to his bare foot.
The other lad looked up, writing 'anonymous' below their gang name, smiling towards the black haired guy.
He smiled back to the silver haired boy, his eyes looked deeply to the other's charcoal dim ones.
"It looks horrible," The boy muttered, deep monotoned voice echoed as he messed his own silvery hair. He placed his wrist on his lap, depending on it while shaking the black spray paint he had.
"No. It's cool," The other opposed and assured the other male. The said male knew that he's not gonna change his mind whether they argue on it or not. He started to spray paint again, putting style on it, though it wasn't really his job. He was artistically good, anyways.
Police car sirens were heard as they both grabbed the bag that packed the stolen sprays and ran away, completely lost and no money in the pocket.
Halting for a while, panting as they walked slowly down the sidewalk of the bridge. His aluminum strands flew with the wind as the stars reflected towards the waters. He leans over the girdle, exhaling air and wiping off sweat that grouped on his forehead.
The other's jet black hair bounced as he jog back to the other lad, sensing that he has passed over his mate.
"You good?" His voice managed to get out, hand over his chest, breathing heavily as he bended over, the other free hand was on his knee and his head was hanging tiredly.
"Yeah," he muttered.
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"Put your hands in the air," A cop hissed through the megaphone. The two young males stopped their tracks and the black haired lad dropped the bag.
"You're surrounded!" He yelled once more as cops were all around the two and were pointed with guns, ready to fire within a second before they even plan the move.
A cop grabbed his handcuffs, tied it to the other male, softly passing through his velvety raven hair.
As he tied one hand to the other, both males grabbed their daggers and began attacking the cops. Dead person here and blood everywhere, mercy was never in their vocabulary and neither is being caught.
They dodged each bullets and killed each police, one mission was to be accomplished. And that is, to escape.
As time passed by, cops were getting back ups and they were getting tired. Having no more strength, the raven haired lad looked at the other male.
The two made eye contact, meaning one has to sacrifice his freedom.
The haired male disagree, yet, it was already too late. His companion pushed him off the bridge and into the waters while the other got caught by the police.
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The steely haired lad, soaking wet, ran his fastest to the school. Worry got him, slicking back his own hair while taking off his cardigan.
He entered the iron steeled gates, bumping into one of the members of the toughest gang known in the whole school, the Rival's Syndicate. He continued to walk, the other looking back, wrath was transparent on his face. He grabbed the said male and let's go of an upper cut, hitting his abdomen.
