Witness affection program
Anzu charged down the ageing corridors hurdling over the various beams falling from the decaying roof.
Her strawberry blond hair fanned out behind her billowing like a super hero's cape.
She finally reached the double doors of his lair and hurled herself against the doors causing it to explode inwardly splintering the wood inside the room and on its in habitants.
He narrowed his golden snaky eyes at her and gave her a venomous glare.
Poor Ai was tied to the chair, tears streamed down her face.
Her spiky pixie cut flaxen hair was messier than usual.
She gave Anzu a pleading look her emerald eyes brimming with fresh tears.
"ORLA!" she screamed in rage projecting all the rage into her voice.
"My name is not Orla you foolish girl" Orochimaru snarled between clenched teeth.
Slyly reaching into her pockets Anzu whipped out eight small round smoke bombs "whatever Oreo" she taunted throwing them in his direction.
He coughed hacking violently in the middle of the room, the purple fumes filling the room.
He recovered quickly and leaped over to Ai, ripped out the gag and pressed the knife to her neck, "any last words" he hissed (no pun intended).
"Actually, I do, did I ever tell you that you have a stab-able
face" Ai snarled.
Before he could even attempt to reply, Anzu leapt onto his back as Ai wrestled the knife from his grip and stabbed him in the face.
He roared in agony whilst clutching his face blood leaked out between hid deathly pale digits.
Suddenly Anzu was dragging Ai down the eerie corridors desperately searching for an exit.
Finally they came to a blinding light an they charged out into the ally.
They stumbled into the ally rubbing their eyes in the harsh street light .
Anzu being the more coherent and less traumatized of the two fished her keys out from the jaws of her zipper pocket.
Scrambling desperately they reached their car a canary yellow mini.
With a sharp twist of her wrist Anzu skilfully pried the door open.
She chucked Ai in the back who looked ready to begin hyperventilating and probably would any second now Anzu on the other hand was running on adrenalin only and she almost hit empty when his voice boomed "I'LL GET YOU TWO AND'
Anzu cut him off "LET ME GUESS OUR LITTLE DOG TOO" she roared, climbing into the drivers seat laughing manically.
Pulling out of the alley the goons arrived all piling out of the double door like pigs to a trough.
As they began to drive away a hail off bullets sloppily descended on them.
Anzu briefly noted that the bullets made a whiz-thunk soundwhen they punctured the windshield leaving little holes that branched out into frosty webs on the glass.
Ai was on the floor of the car her temporary trench sheltering her from the silver rain that was upon them.
When they finally were out of range Anzu's hands were shaking violently she tightened her grip on the steering wheel to stop the shaking.
"You always have to attract the creepers with the guns" Anzu joked in a shaky manner.
AI'S P.O.V
Suddenly I bolted up right attempting to catch my breath. I was clutching the arm rest on the planes chair. We were on our way to the fancy- pants Uchiha police station well fancy for us because they had something that we didn't have…money. We were on our way to the main office of the Uchiha police force who were handling the case of Orochimaru and who were going to be organising the witness protection program for us.
As we got off the plane we were greeted by what Anzu referred to as 'The gay brigade' aka the wonderful escorts from the Uchiha police station that looked like the demonic men in black. As you probably can guess that car ride with them was going to be a very enjoyable trip that me and Anzu would extremely enjoy. Surprisingly against all odds we didn't have as much fun as we thought. Firstly we thought that the driver was mute but then we realised that he was just ignoring us we tried to make the remaining guys have an emotional break- down by asking about their relations with their parents then realised that they were emotionless. Our solution to that was to cause an actual break- down (we slashed the tires ). Finally after a change of tires and much glaring we arrived in the police station.
The station was bland and uncomfortable we teetotal out of place the spiky blond and the red head against a sea of cloned brunettes, awkward. We felt like prisoners as we waited for our executioner *cough, cough* I mean the dignified officer that would help us out and I quote : 'during this terrifyingly horrific unfortunate situation ', cause he didn't use a dictionary to put together that sentence. Just then the door creaked open to reveal …
A/N dude this is scary it's my first story so go easy on me or I'll get Minimum Ride after you (that was not a threat) you don't know scary till you meet her she's my best friend. honest I'm not an evil vindictive liar… kinda.