A/n: This story is fiction! My writing is evolving still, so i will edit every now and then! I hope you guys enjoy the book! The cover is by Keshenarose on tiktok!!
"HANDS UP DONT SHOOT!" You yell out, voice hoarse as you and everyone around you screams at the pigs infront of you. You throw your fist in the air, making your way to the front, noticing a young black boy kneeling down with his hands up. You quickly walk over, standing behind him and watching the police infront of him, ready to pull him back into the crowd and cover him if need be. You knew that his skin colour wouldn't protect him from the racist "protectors", so you stood there just in case one tried to do something. The police scream at him to move or else they would shoot, but he doesn't. You know that even if did they would hurt the innocent boy.
"SAY HIS NAME!" You scream, hearing the responce of everyone behind you, feeling powerful as you had strong men, women and everyone in between stand behind you fighting for what they know is right. Fighting the corruption that these officers work for. Your heart pounds, panting as you look each and every pig in the eye. They may not be able to see more than your eyes, but you know they can feel the determination pouring out of you. You lean down slowly not taking your eyes off of the line of bacon, knowing one wrong move could set off the racist men infront of you.
"Hey, I know that you want to stand up for what you believe in, but I dont want you getting hurt. The only reason they havent shot you is because they have no reason to, but that can change any second. I know you mean well, but they want to hurt you." You say gently, but loud enough for him to hear. He nods and stands up, the cops aiming at him quickly making you groan quietly at their reaction. The boy makes his way into the crowd as you notice one about to take a shot.
//TW: reader gets shot at//
"WATCH OUT!" you scream and cover him, taking the hit from one of those damned rubber bullets right under the ribs and collapsing, gasping for breath. You get surrounded by people, one of them trying to lift your shirt but you stop them.
"I have a huge ass tattoo they can identify me with, i need to go somewhere else to be taken care of." You hiss in pain as you try to get up. You look around, understanding that youd have to get help to get up. One kind person helps you up, you limping away, noticing a tall figure in the front, yelling at the cops. As you limp away, back facing the pigs, you feel another bullet hit you, the impact location almost hitting your spine. You scream out in pain and fall, almost missing the laughter from the one who shot you. You hear someone yell at them, the bastard quickly shutting up and then footsteps coming near you.
//End of TW//
"Son of a fuck!" You yell, curled into a ball on the ground, eyes filling with tears from the pain. You sense a person behind you, but don't move a muscle. Your whole body is filled with pain. You feel a gloved hand on your shoulder, flinching slightly and you open your eyes. You see a masked figure with dreads in armour with a Guy Fawkes mask sticker on their chest.
"Hey are you ok?" They ask, voice sounding masculine, though muffled. You shake your head no.
"I can barely breathe. I got shot twice and im in alot of pain. I need to go somewhere they can't see me. I have a tattoo that i can be identified with." He nods in understanding. You are picked up by him, yelling out in pain as you get moved. He quickly gets you to safety, a hidden area from cops.
"Ok, we should be safe here." He says. You wipe your eyes, tears had been falling since the second shot you got hit with. You thank him and lift up your shirt, hissing when you see the massive, dark bruise cover the skin under your ribs, knowing you have another bad one on your back.
"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw... This is why i hate those bastards." You groan in pain. He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. He gives you some water and you graciously take it, drinking a good amount. You lean back onto the wall, sighing lightly as you will the pain away.
"Hey, can you look at the one on my back? I obviously can't see it without a picture being taken." He nods and you shift, moaning in pain as you turn so he can look. He makes a sound of surprise once he sees it, a bruise formed almost ontop of your spine.
"You can feel your legs right? No other pain than the bruises?" You nod, looking back with a questioning look on your face. He asks for your phone, you handing it to him and he takes a picture.
"Holy shit that looks horrible!" A gasp leaves your mouth when you look at the bruise covering your skin, shocked at how bad it was. You grab your phone back and slowly move to rest on the wall again, groaning a little. A bit of time passes as the two of you chat. You look at the time on your phone, finish the conversation and stand slowly, him helping you up.
"Im going to stay a bit longer, ill leave when it gets closer to curfew." You tell him, and him nodding in responce. You walk over, and before getting to the group you stop him, looking up at your giant saviour.
"Before we part ways, can i get your name?" You pause for a moment, "You know, just in case our paths cross again?" He nods.
"Just call me Riot."
A/n: I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THAT!!
I tried to make it more vague for you guys.. i hope this is alright.
Edit 06112020: i changed the tw for the mc getting shot because yall kept commenting on it 🙄
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