BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS???
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BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS???
Day 5. Police officer and offender
Guns N’ Roses: Slash, Duff McKagan Word count: 612 omfg somebody stop me !!! Warnings: very OOC Duff, descriptions of violence
Slash was running.
Dark empty streets flew by, the houses surrounding them merged together, the lights of windows and street lamps blurred in the corners of Slash’s vision as he rushed past them. He didn’t recognize any of the streets, nor he knew where he was going. His mind focused on the most important thing in the entire universe – the footsteps of his pursuer.
Slash ran and ran, but the cop didn’t seem to slow down, running on the same steady speed as in the beginning, not falling behind, but not catching up either. Slash grew up on streets and was used to running from the cops. This one wasn’t a regular cop. No one before lasted longer than a couple of streets.
On the other hand, Slash had never committed such a crime.
“Stop, or I’ll shoot you!” shouted the cop. Slash only accelerated.
The shot rang out, it seemed, right behind his head. Slash faltered, flinched, expecting the pain, ducked down instinctively to avoid the next shot…
It didn’t come. The cop did.
A powerful blow in the head threw Slash on his knees. He tried to get up and was kicked back on the ground, face down in the dirt. He blindly threw a punch and hit the target, but the cop only swore loudly, pinning him to the ground with his knee and pulling his arms into a hammerlock. Cop’s other hand grabbed his hair, jerked his head up – and then down, and the world went black, and Slash’s mouth filled with dirt and blood.
When he came around, he was lying on his back, arms painfully fixated behind it. The bracelets were already on his wrists, and the cop’s gun was aiming right at his head.
“Name one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you.”
Oh god. Oh fuck.
“You would go to jail?” Slash coughed out blood, checking on his teeth with his tongue. All seemed present, although some of them became unusually mobile.
“Incorrect. Try again.”
“I wouldn’t go to jail?”
The cop laughed. Harshly, mockingly. He was blonde and tall – no wonder he caught him, with legs just a little shorter than Slash’s entire body.
“It would be nice to get you screwed there, but no. Try again.”
Slash’s mind went completely blank. Second after second passed, and he didn’t say anything. He could almost feel the cop’s temper rising, but all he could think about was that slick gun barrel pointing right at him. The street was empty, the houses lifeless, and the car noise so faint it was hard to believe they were in the heart of a busy city.
“I asked you a question!” the cop ran out of patience and kicked Slash in the ribs – one, two, three times… then Slash lost count. This time he didn’t black out, but all the kicks merged into one long, painful one.
Then it ended, leaving him voiceless, gasping for air and completely defeated. The cop could do anything to him, Slash realized, and no one would stop him. He wouldn’t be fired for it. Maybe he’d even get a raise.
“Alright, I see you don’t understand the question,” the cop spoke. ”I’ll paraphrase it. What would you do to stop me from shooting you?”
He came closer and sat down near Slash’s face, gun still turned on him. Slash couldn’t see well because of tears in his eyes, but he noticed that the guy was very young. Maybe even younger than him.
“I’m not gonna waste any more time on you,” the cop said. “I’m waiting for an answer. Three… two…”
“Anything,” Slash whispered, his chest pierced with pain from the effort. “Anything.”
AU Challenge
Tomitake: tomorrow Keiko will be selling tickets OTC since the very morning! just like an idol! although she’s a mysterious ex-worker of FBI, please be kind to her!
It gets closer to election day of 2020 and my life is becoming a shitshow of my parents trying to guilt me to be Republican.
Keywords, guilt and me and Republican.
Today's topic?
"Democrats take your money" and "illegal immigrants also steal your money".
I'm just wondering if people realize how fucking stupid they sound. Like, seriously? They don't steal it if they are voTED INTO FUCKING OFFICE! YOU HAVE CONSENTED TO THEM LEADING YOU AND BEING A LEADER QUIT CHUGGING YOUR DUMB BITCH JUICE JENNIFER!
I am so tired because of this that I'm thinking of going to fucking bed already, and it's only 6:50 at night. I may also smother myself in my pillow because of my dad's take on Global Warming, but that's a story for another day.
i’ll be going alone
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some of the islamic blogs I follow follow other blogs that support ISIS....
That moment when
...you accidentally "like" something on someone's page and when you try to "unlike" it, it takes a couple of tries.