Guns and Rose

-3

Rosaline's POV

I slept like a damn baby. My shoulder was starting to ache and my ankle was still tender. I still can't believe I was so close to death. It felt amazing once I thought about it. That stranger just had to interfere.

I take a shower and brush my teeth. Tossing my hair in a ponytail and grabbing my shoes.

I did minimal makeup, why not look good when I die?

I should probably wait until night time to go hunt for the killer.

That sounds so weird, "hunt for the killer."

I know what you're thinking, why would you go try to find a murderer it's not that deep?

I'm not crazy, at least I don't think I am.

I just feel like this is the best, also exciting way to die. I don't want to die with a boring story.

I sit in the hotel all day with like ten TV channels and room service. I also put ice on my ankle so I can actually walk tonight.

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It was finally starting to get dark outside and I'm getting anxious.

I grab my hoodie, my phone, and hotel key card, making my way out of the beautiful room.

I slide past the spinning entrance door into the warm yet breezy air.

Where do I even start?

Alley ways!

That's always where it happens.

I turn on different side streets and try to give off that 'I'm a damsel in distress' vibe.

If I don't die tonight, I hope I can find my way back to the hotel.

Now that I think about it, this skirt doesn't really go with this s-

"You have five seconds to tell me where it is before I blow your brains out!" A voice yells out.

I look around and see oh you'll never guess... A dark alley with two people arguing.

"I don't know man." The other guy surrenders. Pussy.

That's when I saw the metal gun gleaming next to his head.

This was him!

More importantly, this was my chance to die!

I quickly run towards them with a huge smile etched on my face.

"Who the hell are you?" He pulls his hood down, exposing his flawless face and points the gun in my direction.

Holy shit he's beautiful.

"Don't you dare hurt her!" Another voice says behind me.

I look behind me and see a frat looking guy with his jaw locked and sleeves pulled up.

"Do you know each other?" The big guy asks.

"Um no, who are you?" I turn to him.

"I'm Zack, I'm here to save you." He smiles brightly.

"Um I'm not in trouble, I think you're in the wrong story bro." I raise my eyebrow.

"He's literally pointing a gun at you though?"

"I know crazy right." I mock his voice.

"Can you help me out?" I turn back to the big guy and subtly nod towards the frat boy.

"Gotcha." He aims towards Zack and shoots him.

"I was gonna say explain but that works too." I shrug as he watches me carefully.

"Um I'm Ro, huge fan." I wave.

"Fan?"

"Yup." I nod and subtly point at the man he was arguing with crawling away.

He turns to what I'm pointing at and rolls his eyes, shooting the man in the back of the head.

"Such a useless man," He shakes his head. "Now back to you, why are you treating me like I'm Justin Beaver?"

"Um it's Justin Bieber but I'mma let it slide. Any who, I want you to kill me."

"Excuse me?" He scratches his head.

"Fine I'll dumb it down. You take gun and go pow."

"Don't insult me little girl." He growls.

"Can you just do it?"

"No."

"No?"

"Run back home little girl."

"Stop calling me that!"

"No because it annoys you." He smirks.

I hear sirens in the background getting closer. Someone that lives near by must have called the cops because of the gunshots.

"Why won't you kill me, you literally just killed two guys!" I whine and stomp my foot like a dumb ass.

That was a bad idea.

My ankle starts to hurt again and buckles underneath me.

"Ow." I cry out.

"Are you serious right now?" He mumbles to himself.

"Please end my suffering."

"I- I can't."

"Fine then I'll just tell the police you killed them when they find me." I try to stand back up.

"They will already know it's me."

"I'll tell them what you look like then."

"You little bitch."

"You better make up your mind, they're getting closer."

"Fuck this."

"What are you doing?"

"We're running!"

"I can't run, my ankle. I wouldn't run with you anyway." I cross my arms.

"Fine." He smirks and bends down to throw me over his shoulder.

"Oh my god I'm going to fall!"

He adjusts me and takes off running. My arms flailing in the air, my stomach continuously being hit by his hard shoulder.

A few minutes later we make a stop and he drops me in his arms bridal style.

"I can't believe I lost money and gained a cripple." He scoffs.

"You could have just shot me." I mumble.

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes and throws me in the back of a slick white truck.

This is not how my night was supposed to go.