WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE (Isaac Foster x Reader)

I Know That Voice

*Zack's POV*

"Zack, I can't keep running. We've been running for ages they're going to catch us one way or another." Ray panted. She was right we have been at this for too long, the cops will catch us. I pull her into a dark corner to let her catch her breath and allow us a hiding spot till I think of another plan. We're at a secluded part of town and the buildings are big enough to cast a dark enough shadow for us. "What about hiding in that building? It looks safe enough." Her dull blue eyes stared at the apartment behind us.

"That'll work." I say taking her hand and dragging her to the back door, I break it with my scythe and we dash up the stairs. I make her go first so that if anyone were to follow us I'll slash 'em.

We reach the top floor and Rachel opens a random door and we run in, both of us pushing the door closed. It was chilly, dark and had a familiar smell but I can't quite put my finger on it. I was lost in thought when I was suddenly pulled out my thoughts by the sound of a gun being cocked and a familiar female voice.

"Don't move a damn muscle."

I know that voice but from where?
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I begin to slowly turn around and position myself in front of Ray to avoid her being shot by this crazy ass bitch, I can't see her face it's too dark the only light source is coming from the streetlights from outside and it casting a shadow on her face.

"Move away from the door." Her voice sounds emotionless, she probably is but her voice. I know it from somewhere and it's going to drive me mad. More mad than I already am. I take Ray's arm and we move away from the door to the wall and she follows our moves not taking her eyes off us but I can see her face this time. Oh fuck this shit. This bitch, again really? I'd much rather get caught by the cops than face her.

"Long time no see Foster." She said coldly
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*You'r POV*
I wasn't expecting to see him on a late Friday night, so the saying is true 'the past does come back to haunt you.' pffft it still sounds like a load of bullshit to me.

"I can tell you now little bitch, I'd much rather be in a cell than be here with you." Zack crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at me, I was about to say something when a loud knock on the door stopped me. I smirked at Zack and put the safety back on the gun before walking to the door making sure whoever was behind it couldn't see Zack and the little girl.

"Pardon us ma'am sorry to disturb you on a Friday night but we have heard that these two criminals were sighted here. A 20 year old man going by the name of Isaac Foster and a 13 year old girl Rachel Gardner. Have you seen or heard anything?" One of the cops said, I paint a puzzled face and looked closely at the two pictures of Zack and Rachel.

'Absolute dumbass, has he learnt nothing from his mistakes." I thought.

"Nope. It's been quiet round here i'll keep an eye out for them though. May I keep a photo just so I remember who I'm looking for?" I ask faking the kindness in my voice.

"Of course. These are very dangerous people, stay safe ma'am." The other cop said as he handed me the photos. I politely said thank them and wished them luck. Once I knew the were not in earshot I turned the lights on and glared at Zack, holding up the two photos in my hand and the gun in the other.

"What the fuck Foster!? You fuck off all a sudden and get yourself and a kid wanted by the cops...Again!?" I lash out at him throwing my gun at him but missing him completely. I look at the girl and felt bad for lashing out, she hid behind Zack. "Hey sweetie, are you okay?" I look into her eyes, they're really pretty. She nods and continues to cling to Zack. "I'm Y/n L/n."

'She doesn't look dangerous but saying that me and Zack didn't look dangerous back when we were her age or younger even.' I think to myself.

"Hey how come she gets the soft side of you." Zack huffs I just roll my eyes and stand up and glare at him. "Oh you're still mad at me, aren't you?" He smirked , my silence was enough to answer that question. "How come they don't recognise you?"

"A mask you dumbass." Looks like they'll have to stay here for a while. I don't mind the girl she can happily stay for as long as she wants but Zack I'd happily leave him in the hallway. "There is two spare rooms if you are really desperate to stay hidden." I motion to the rooms behind me.

"Aww see I knew you still cared." Zack walked passed me but I grab his hood and drag him back to face me.

"Keep telling yourself that, I'm just doing this out the kindness of my heart for the girl, I don't give two shits if you got caught this time or not." I let go and stomp off to my room.
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*Zack's POV*
What is her problem? I did what I had to do to stay away from the cops but I swear she was dead not alive, Oh well I guess I was wrong then. I walk into the room I picked to stay in, it wasn't much just a bed, covers, a bookshelf that isn't much use to me cause I can't read and a window with tattered curtains after observing my room I flop on the bed and let sleep consume me.