Stockholm's Syndrome

Prologue.

It'd been 2 hours since he had started to run. 2 fucking hours since he had his hands on that wallet, that ugly old lady had immediately called the police, who had now reached him and chased him throughout the city.

By now he was lost of his breath. He had dropped the stolen goods a long time ago. A couple of wedges and some saints weren't worth it.

Turned a corner, unfortunately, he found an impasse, the cops a few meters from him. With a last desperate move, he tried to climb over the 6 feet high wall. Meanwhile, the policemen, behind him, had started to shoot empty, with the intent to stop him, but one bullet hit him in the leg, making him ruinously fall to the ground, with a chocked screaming.

All of a sudden, from the beginning of the road, it was heard a screech of wheels, a car stopped behind the cops. A man in suit and tie with a pair of dark sunglasses left the passenger seat of the car and raising a hand he made the armed men stop, who retreated.

The scared boy was trying to dab the bloody wound; he was looking around trying to understand what was happening.

Another man exit the car, he was wearing the same outfit as the first one, but for the guy, they were just two indistinct stains, because of clouded sight due to the pain. The two men, once close enough, examined the boy then take and carry him to the car.

The last thing he saw was a pair of black and cold eyes, through the window.

And then, dark.

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Note:

I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm sorry.

SO
T

his first chapter is WAYYYY too short. ik
BUT I got like
s u p e r excited to posting this
and... it's kinda midnight.
Tomorrow I have to attend class so a really have to go to sleep.
BY THE WAY
I promise the next ch will come soon
(I hope D:), and it'll be more longer than
this lil shit.
oh and ALSO, English is not my first language (sad me), so place forgive me and my mistakes, I beg yOU.

okay now I'm going to stop babbling and shut the yuck up sooo
g'night sweeties :D