WARNING: Unlike my other fan fiction "From Hate to Love", THIS IS NOT FLUFFY! So for those of you who enjoy it, THIS IS DIFFERENT.

Rated M: Sexual Themes, Drug Use, Cursing, Crime, Etc.

THIS STORY IS OUT OF CHARACTER, this Eli is not the one we all know and love neither is Clare. You have been informed, so I don't want to hear: This isn't Eli, Clare would never do that!

I just had a crazy idea, so let me know if I should continue. If not, I won't. I at least need 10 reviews to tell me to continue in order to do so.

I DO NOT OWN DEGRASSI.

Preview:

Elijah Goldsworthy is on the run…from the law. He's a twenty year old man most wanted by the police and there is nothing to stop them to get him. Eli is a bad guy. He's not the one you want to mess with. A charming fugitive who gets his way, he gets the girls, drugs, sex, and freedom. Clare Edwards is troubling beauty. Working in a diner as a waitress, which isn't her dream job. A nineteen year old who ran away from home two years ago. Her father abused her and her mother was an alcoholic. She never experienced love, instead was simply used by jocks as a trophy girlfriend back in high school. What will happen when their worlds collide, most importantly how will it end?

'We've got you surrounded, turn yourself in. Look kid, there's only two ways out of this the easy way, or the hard way.'

Eli

My body ached with the tension it made with the forceful, cold brick wall. I was inside an abandoned building, and I just committed yet, another crime. I've been on the run for the past year. But they finally found me. They were my aggravating lingering predators and I was the cunning immediate prey. Listen, now is not the moment for me to give you the story of what I did, and why I did it. All I can say is that I'm not your ordinary twenty-year old man. My name is known throughout the news and state area. I guess you can say I had a fame of an unfavorable kind. Right now, I've got a plan to get away from here and go on with my life.

"Gahh! Jesus Frank, what the fuck is that boy doing? Has he gone crazy?" The police man yelled to his partner as they watched the notorious Elijah Goldsworthy pointing a gun to his head from the top of the shady red building. A sinister smirk spread around his face, with his eyes glowing ivy green under the calculating pressure.

The weather was filled with lightning bolts, and rough chilled rain pounding on the streets. The sky was a menacing grey covering the skies.

As the police watched with alert consciousness, Eli at a snail's pace moved his fingers towards the trigger and blinked his eyes securely.

"Kid…STOP!" The officer screamed through his bullhorn. All stood with anticipation and determination.

BANG!

"Aww Crap! Come on boys let's go up and get his body." The police chief ordered, they were defeated, but no one was a winner.

The problem was that when they arrived, there was no blood, no gun, and most importantly, no Eli.

Eli

That's right, I faked my death. These mediocre idiots dare to call themselves police officers, and they can't even capture a criminal right above them, literally. I ran as fast as I could through the streets and alleys. Dodged all witnesses and dashed through the slick puddles and the perilous mud. I then approached my ride. There he was, Adam. I 'm not close to people, but Adam is like a brother. You see I've been in the United States all my life, and Adam was taking me to his place as a getaway…in Canada.

I was breathless, and my heart was pulsating savagely.

"I see you managed to get away from the Po-Po? You animal." Adam chuckled with a half grin and his eyes glistening with a slight amazement

"Yeah, yeah. We've got to get going…like NOW!" I rushed him

"Just hide in the back; here cover yourself with these blankets on the floor. It's going to be a long ass ride." Adam smiled broadly and drove ahead

I have no idea what's ahead for me in Canada.