*THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW*
Black biker boots harshly stepped into a puddle splashing to other parts of the sidewalk. The man who wore the boots was running. Running from the men slowly catching up to him.
"STOP I SAY!" One man out of the group of five men yells. They are dressed it black combat boots,black dress pants with a belt holding a gun,tazor,and handcuffs around their waste. With a navy blue shirt with a star badge on their chest.
"YEAH BECAUSE IM LISTENING TO YOU,YOU DUMB SHIT!" The raven haired boy wearing black biker boots,skinny black jeans,and a white shirt with a leather jacket over sassily yelled.
"HOW DARE YOU YELL AT THE LAW IN SUCH WAY!" One officer yelled. The raven haired boy skidded on the cold slippery cement while running across a corner. The police began blowing their whistles alerting for backup. As the boy reached to another corner a black American muscle mustang pulled up to the curb. With a person inside wearing a black bandana partially covering his face.
"GET DOWN NOW!" The mystery person yelled to the raven haired boy. The boy threw himself onto the cold partially wet sidewalk. He layed on his chest while his left cheek was pressed onto the cold pavement. As he was doing this the police were starting to catch up to him.
"OI STAY ON THE FLOOR!" A cop shouted.
"HOW ABOUT YOU STAY ON THE FLOOR!" The person in the car yelled. As he did he pulled a hand machine gun under from his seat aimed at the police and shot. One by one the police fell to the gray sidewalk. The boy still laying on the sidewalk was panting and hearing nothing but his heavy breathing and gunshots. As the gunshots were heard no more he slowly rose his head. Doing so he looked to where all five cops lay still on the ground and looking back to the car but instead was the man standing before him.
"Why the big eyes mate? Scared!?" The man bellowed while mocking the boy still laying on the ground.
"Sometimes you can be a real prick you know that Stan." The boy sneered.
"Alright mate,don't get your panties in a twist." Stan mocked at the boy.
"Alright shut up,we need to get rid of that evidence." The boy said while pointing at the five lifeless bodies laying five feet away from them.
"Okay,I'll get the matches." Stan replied. As he went to the car the boy walked up to body's while grabbing a cigaret from his back pocket. He placed the cigaret into his mouth as he stood there staring at the five dead men laying in their crimson red blood. Stan came up to the boy while handing him a box of matches and a small gasoline canteen.
"Light 'em up" Stan announced as he slowly walked away back to the car. The boy opened the canteen and outed every last drop onto the dead bodies,soaking them in gasoline. He set the canteen down grabbed a match,lit it up but first lighting up his cigaret. He took a deep inhale of the deadly smoke and slowly exhaled. He took the match and tossed it onto the bodies. As he slowly turned his back all five bodies had engulfed into a massive flame. He then started to quickly walk to the car where Stan was patiently waited.
"C'mon lets get going." The boy spoke as he stepped into the car.
"Oi,imagine this: "FIVE OF LONDON'S POLICE BURNED TO ASH, WHO COULD HAVE DON'T SUCH HORROR? COULD IT BE THE WORK OF LONDON'S WORSE CRIMINAL ZAYN MALIK?" Joked Stan.
"I honestly find no humor in that." Zayn coldly spoke.
"Yeah because you don't know what funny is." Stan sassed.
"Oh but I do,but death is nothing to joke." Zayn sighed.
"Whatever you say." Stan mumbled as he started up the car and quickly drove away,fleeing the scene of five bodies already starting to become nothing but bones.
Stan and Zayn drove away into the dark night while sirens were quietly emerging in the background.
Wow. Erm hi. Uh yahh here you go first chapter. Do you like it?¿ yes?¿ maybe?¿ please don't say no. Hehe
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Psycho ↱ Zayn au
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