Love is Evil

The City of Wallowdale

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

Author's POV:

All was silent throughout the large city of Wallowdale. The bright rays of sunlight shine down on the enormous skyscrapers that built up the megalopolis, but the sharp breeze cut through the warmth the rays provided, leaving the city in a blanket of cold. The streets are filled with traffic, while the sidewalks are full of the city's many citizens, who almost always seemed to be in a big hurry to get to wherever they need to be. Sitting in a coffee shop at the base of a large building is the damsel of our story. In her hands is a red, hard cover book whose pages are crisp and fresh.

Such a page quality should be expected when the book was just bought. On the small, round table in front of her is a white, ceramic mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. Beside the cup lies a small plate with a piece of apple-cinnamon honey cake on top of it. The lady doesn't take her E/C orbs off the page as she lifts the mug to her dull red lipstick-covered lips. She only breaks from the printed words to stab the cake with her fork, so she doesn't miss the sweet and look like an idiot that's lost in a trance. The inside of the shop labeled Secret Brew is relatively quiet and full of people who are in no hurry to get anywhere.

It was a pleasant change from the bustling streets that can be viewed outside the long, paned windows, which our damsel sits beside. The silence didn't stay for long, however, for a man dressed fully in black with a ski mask worn over his face enters the shop with a gun in hand. The end gets pointed at the head of the blonde cashier, who freezes with fear in his wide, blue eyes. While trembling, the worker raises his hands to show he wouldn't attempt to try anything with the weapon pointed directly at him.

"Everyone, get on the floor," the masked male demands as he approaches the glass counter displaying numerous pastries that the frightened cashier stands behind. The patrons comply with the man's orders, including our damsel, while the man throws a paper bag at the employee. The blonde instantly caught onto what the man desired and opens the register without hesitation, simply wishing for this to be over with quickly. Our damsel's eyes flick over to the exit of the establishment. She's so very close and is positive she could make it while the robber is distracted.

All she'd have to do is run, and she could escape this place unscathed and possibly get some help. With high hopes, the female slowly stands from the ground before racing towards the door. Sadly, things don't go according to plan, for the armed man caught sight of her quick movement and roughly grabbed her by the back of her black coat.

A surprised yelp escapes her red lips as she's pulled back to collide with the man's muscular chest.

"And, just where do you think you're going?" He brings the loaded gun to the female's head while keeping her in place by putting her in a headlock. With fear etched into her E/C eyes, she grabs at the man's arm in attempts to loosen his grip, so she could breathe better.