Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't blow your brains out."
The voice was deep and deadly calm. Hostility dripped from the person's tone, and for a second Genevieve thought she could recognize the owner of that voice.
She was at a slight disadvantage here, since the startling attack made her drop her phone. Flash side down. She had no chance of seeing the person's face, but in the end, it wasn't of much importance when her life was being threatened. Her entire form was caged against the wall so she couldn't even bring a leg up to potentially defend herself.
Had the circumstances been different and someone's wrist wasn't nearly suffocating her, Genevieve would have found the situation quite attractive. Her heart would have sped up from excitement, not because of a situation where she could possibly die.
Shit.
A hand of hers had silently crept towards her waistband, but the firearm was nowhere to be found. It couldn't have disappeared. The coldness of the object digging into her temple suddenly reminded Genevieve of its presence, and that's when she realized.
Bastard. He's using my own gun against me.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the area, and she could see the silhouette of a face just a hand's length away from hers. Using that as a silent encouragement, Genevieve tried to headbutt the assaulter, but he moved his face away just in time.
"Get your filthy hands off of me." Despite her helpless state, she never failed to voice her hatred towards the individual. The trick worked because he let go of her in an instant. It was more out of shock at her voice than the harshness of her words, but she didn't know that.
"Why ar-"
Genevieve wasted not one second after being released. She exerted the force of her entire body to her elbow as it connected with the person, and he staggered backwards with a grunt. Using the opportunity to reach for her phone, she shot towards the floor and clutched it tightly.
While she did get the chance to shine a light on the perpetrator's face and have a look, it wasn't long before she got pinned to the wall once more. A hand of his grasped onto one of her wrists in a deathly grip, and a forearm pressed her other wrist against the flat surface since his hand was busy pointing a gun on her face.
"What... in the hell, are you doing here?" Dumbfounded would be one way to put Genevieve's reaction, when she learned that it was none other than Alec standing before her. What were the odds that they stumble upon each other in an abandoned structure, twice?
"I could ask you the same question." He muttered, sounding more annoyed than surprised that Genevieve was here.
"You couldn't get enough of me, huh?"
"Says the one who's practically smothering me." She fired back, but Alec still didn't release his grip. The beam of light from her phone managed to illuminate his features, and an emotionless expression adorned it.
