Christine was almost at her tipping point. "I swear to god I will not hesitate to shoot you again, Milo, she said, her voice kept calm as she started the engine. She adjusted the rearview mirror to allow her to see Milo, and she pulled out of the parking space after putting on her seatbelt. While driving, she purposefully went over as many potholes and bumps as she could, a slight smirk on her face.
"Woah, bumpy ride," he said, ending up on the floor of the backseat. "Could this be considered cruel and unusual punishment? 'Cause I saw someone on the news that sued the police force and they made bank."
"Smart ass," Christine scoffed, but she stopped running over bumps and such purposefully. She ponders for a bit, keeping her eyes on the road. "So, why are you so content on being arrested? Last I checked, criminals who do things like you don't go down easily."
"Someone stole my dog, and I'm too sad to really fight right now." He got back up into the seat with a grunt. "And, to be frank, your prison won't hold me for long."
He reached behind his head and began to untie the bandanna, struggling sightly. "Damn it, MotoMoto, why does it have to be tied so fucking tight?"
I'm sorry, but I have to make my posts longer and more descriptive.
"Suck a cock."
"I have doubts about your statements." Christine scowled at his last few comments. "Imaginary friend? Voices in your head? Or are you trying to screw with me?" She wasn't in the slightest surprised or offended at anything Milo had said.
Milo sighed, finally getting the bandanna untied. "No, I'm taking to the narrorator for my side of the roleplay."
Milo, shut the fuck up.
"Why?"
'Cause she doesn't know it's a roleplay, dickhead.
"Oh. Yeah, I forgot that." He turned back to Christine. "Forget everything I just said."
Okay, he's crazy. That's…great. Just go along with it, Christine. You've been through worse, she convinced herself, trying to keep her face straight.
"That's nice. You know, I have a narrator, too. Fun stuff, roleplaying. But I'm not too into it myself."
"Eh, I'm forced into this. And why are you being so nice after shooting me a few hours ago?" He poked his head into the front seats of the car. "Seems like a drastic change of opinion."
"Do you want me to be mean? Because I can-and will-be mean if I have to." Christine sighs, pulling into the police station's parking lot. "I get out first, then I'll have to handcuff you. You struggle or try to run, you get a bullet to your foot. Go peacefully and we won't have much of a problem. Deal?"
He shrugged. "Sure." He went to open the door, but found he couldn't. "Do you have childlock on or something?"
"Yes, but no, I don't have children. I have it for situations like these." Christine said, getting out and opening the door behind the driver's door. "Out. Or I can always be meaner and force you out."
"You're implying that I'm gonna run like I didn't give myself up. But," he said, sliding out of the car. "The attempted intimidation's cute."
"Like you could do any better." Christine challenged. "Besides, you're the criminal here, not me." She paused for a second after. "Shit. The building's still blown up…"
"Well, things that were blown up tend to stay that way. Newton's Law and all th-" his horrible joke was cut short by the sharp Rap! of a small pistol and the sound of tires screeching. A black Cadillac came roaring past the police station, a middle finger thrown out of the window along with a piece of paper as Milo inspected yet another gunshot in his chest.
Christine burst into action, putting herself between Milo and the shooter, simultaneously readying her gun. She took a few shots at the car, sometimes glancing worriedly at Milo. Gunshot wounds hurt like hell, she knew, and she wasn't a stranger to said hell.
He looked completely unbothered, if not a little mad. "Damn it, Ms Christian is gonna be pissed when she has to sew this shit up."
The car drove away, the piece of paper floating towards the two.
"Dammit!" The vehicle was long gone, and Christine noticed the lack of a license plate. "Motherfuckers… Okay," she turned to Milo. "You alright? You're not phased? Woozy? Nauseous?" She was caring too much and she knew it.
He was staring to get tired of her constant worry, so he decided a demonstration was needed. Before she could protest, he snatched the gun from her hands and put it to the side of his head, shutting his eyes tight and squeezing the trigger.
"Ow, fuck!" He said, tossing the gun aside and putting a hand over the bullet hole right beside his hairline. "I am immortal, for fucks sake. I'll be fine, it'll heal in a couple of minutes."
"What? No. Don't-shit! What the hell?" Her words came out rushed, and she stopped when Christine finally noticed that he wasn't dead.
"Wait, so you can-haha! Yes! I'm not. Fucking. Alone! I'm sorry, I'm so used to seeing people die, I've just never…" Christine was a mix of apologetic and giddy. "Just, thanks for not dying."
(I honestly had no idea how to respond, so I did the best I could)
He tilted his head, a little bit of brain matter slipping from his fingers. "And you call me crazy."
Then Milo's brain began fully comprehending what she said. "What do you mean, 'You're not fucking alone,' we've been hanging out for, like, 15 minutes."
In response to the gunshots, a few officers made there way outside with their guns drawn.
"Okay, we need to run. Like now. Because there's no way in hell that you can be seen like this, okay? Let's just say that I have my…differences from average people as well." Christine looked worried for a second. What she was about to do was against the law. She got her keys out quickly and takes off his handcuffs. "Run. Now. Don't worry about me."
Milo was confused as all hell, but he couldn't just leave.
"Yes, I can!" He shouted.
Dude, c'mon.
"No!"
Yes. She's risking her job for you.
"Ugggh." He turned back to Christene. "Where can we meet up after this?"
"There's a park I know. Liberty Park. Right down Sanders Road." Christine thinks before adding on to it. "And seeing as some people don't like you, you can keep the gun." She hands him a spare magazine.
"You are a criminal who broke free, now fighting the officer who handcuffed you and running for his life, she said, nodding to him for a brief second.
C'mon, play your part, Milo… Christine could only hope.
This was something he could play very well. "I"M CRAZY, BITCH!"
He shoved his shoulder into her chest in a manner that looked painful, but really didn't do anything. He picked up the pistol she had dropped as the other officers began shooting at him. He easily slipped into an alleyway and began weaving through the city in search for that Liberty Park.
Christine 'fell' to the ground, making her face snarl. "That-that bastard!" She pretended to look for her gun. "Shit, shit shit shit shit shit!" (gtg I'll add to it when I can)
He continued to walked throught the alley, checking the magazine for the amount of bullets and was disappointed. "Damn, don't the fucking police teach you weapons control?"
"You three," Christine turned to the officers, "make sure the area's secured before sending backup. He stole my fucking gun, so be ready to shoot him. Don't aim to kill, not yet at least. I'll see if I can catch the bugger." Christine stood, pressing a palm to her head, a headache coming.
"Without a gun? You've gotta be crazy!" The middle officer, officer Joana Parks, criticized. "Take mine. I can go back and get another, anyways." She tossed Christine her gun, nodding to her.
"Thanks," Christine said, before running in the direction Milo went. When she was out of the sight of the officers, she ran faster, and got to the park in only a few minutes. A normal person running would get there in five-but only if they were sprinting the entire time. She sighed as she awaited Milo, sitting down at a picnic table.
In about 30 minutes, Milo arrived, chewing on a Subway sandwich as he spun the gun around with his finger in the trigger guard.
"Awww, you really do care," he said after swallowing his bite and tossing what was left of it in the trash.
"I was gonna leave soon if you hadn't arrived by then. Slowpoke. Asshole. Bastard criminal who I, for some reason, helped." Christine rolled her eyes. "And I couldn't care less. I just happen to enjoy this place."
Liar. You care because he's different, like you. But you won't show it, because he's technically a lawbreaker. Why aren't you arresting him?
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