Voltron One Shots

Criminal (A/R)

Tw: crime, shooting people, swearing, 18+ content, kinky shit

"Allura?!" I shout out into the night. It's been a few hours since we were separated, and I'm scared. My foot snaps a branch as I scan around the trees. It was well after midnight at this point.

I'm not scared. The irrational fear of a dark forest after midnight is far to cliche for me. Not to mention that the possibility of a scary wold will never compare to the constant danger that I walk next to every day. The line between good and evil is where I live. It's easy there. Morality isn't necessarily a question for me. The evil of the forest pales in comparison to the evil of the cities.

"Allura!!" I shout, pushing away a curtain of ivy. I hear a gun cock somewhere behind me. My hands fly up of their own accord.

"You're awfully loud for an illusive criminal." A male voice says from behind me. "Look at me."

I turn around, face to face with a police officer. About 30 years old. "Lovely evening sir, isn't it?" A smirk traces along my face.

He squints his eyes at me. "No funny business, girl. Keep your hands in the air."

I comply, still smiling, as he walks over, keeping the gun in between me and him. "Romelle Jackson. Where's your partner?"

I roll my eyes. "Couldn't you hear me calling for her. I don't know."

"I'm taking you in."

Yeah right. "Okay."

Like he was the first to have her at gun point in an isolated area. And if he wasn't the first on that, how likely could it be for him to be the first one to make it out alive.

"You have the right to re-"

"Officer, just come over here and cuff me. I've had the talk before."

He looks conflicted, but walks over to me, keeping the gun held up. Thats mistake 2. Mistake 1 was coming out here in the first place.

I swipe my leg up, knocking the gun from his hand, and at the same time I grab one off my side, holding the tip up to his head in a moment. "Only one of us is walking away officer."

He pales. "Please miss, I have a wife."

I snort. "If you were that concerned, you would have never dared to come here in the first place. Also, no ring dumbass."

"Please don't kill me."

"Why."

"... I don't want to die."

"Nobody does." The shot rings out in the clear air, and the man crumples at my feet, blood running out of his skull. "Allura!" I shout, continuing with my search.

••

"Llura, come on!"

Silence. My voice echos in the cool night. I sigh and turn around, taking a step towards the forest. It had been 2 hours. She was dead, arrested, or home. Or of course somewhere in the woods I couldn't find.

"Romelle?" A voice croaks from a few dozen feet away. I pause, then sprint towards the voice.

"Allura!" I shout, falling to my knees next to her. She had been shot in the side. Probably in and out of consciousness for the past few hours. "My love, you're alright."

"A relative term, but yes." She says quietly, smiling at me.

"Can I move you?"

She considers. "Yes." I instantly pick her up in my arms, carrying her to our 'apartment'.